I know she will be donning some sexy arrangement of revealing garments; maybe stockings and a garterbelt under a tiny mini dress or maybe some split c...otch pantyhose beneath a long skirt with a transparent blouse covering a lacy barely there bra. Whatever she chooses to wear I know the arousing ensemble will surprise me.Oddly enough, whoever is behind the ticket counter usually pay little attention to her, but if there are any theatre patrons in the lobby when we arrive they are sure to give. “William! I didn’t expect you here…not in the back yard at least…” Sharon said, lowering the broom she was carrying. It had just occurred to William that Mrs. Watson was just about ready to swat his head off with the broom had she not recognized him. William rather thought he didn’t need any more head injuries. “Oh…uhm…hi, Mrs. Watson…” William started awkwardly. Indeed, he found it difficult to say anything to a woman who most probably knew he was sexually involved with her son. . After a couple of glasses of wine and some small talk, she turned on the TV. I began to massage her shoulders as we watched some silly programs. She was sitting in front of me on the floor and I was on the sofa.As I was massaging her, I couldn’t believe how quickly I got hard. I was still unsure of what was in her mind, I was not sure if it was right mixing business with pleasure.Soon the wine had its effect; Mariam slowly leaned back into my crotch, pushing up against me. I could not conceal. We walked in the tracks left by a truck that passed by.The diner was surprisingly busy. Snowplow drivers ate homemade soup while waiting for fresh coffee for their thermos bottles. Volunteer firemen who lived outside of town took up two booths to share stories of winters past and lounge over dessert, since Cora wasn't there. We sat at the counter so David could get to the phone quickly.We were enjoying our warm apple pie a la mode when the phone rang. David spun on his stool to answer it. .