I was beginning to see how a mystery could be sexier than having it all on display. Not that I was knocking display."Whatcha thinkin'?" Her question s...apped me out of my daydream. "I was just thinking how beautiful you are." For once I said what I was thinking without putting my foot in my mouth. Her face lit up with a smile and she said "You ain't so bad yourself," as she gave me a quick hug. "There's some leftover roast beef and mashed potatoes. I figure you can use some protein. I already. I fear that I am not too far behind poor Waterhouse; so gentlemen, when my time comes, I hope you will all drink to my memory and continue to enjoy The Winsome Widow’s many mysteries.”~~~ On our way out, Stevens appeared at the door with our jackets and coats, dressing each of us in turn and farewelling us with a formal “Goodnight.” Stevens held out my tweed jacket and I turned my back to him to slip it on. I was just thinking to myself how very visible he looked in the dim lighting of the. My full length slid in easily and I began a slow, rhythmic rocking. My fingers kept the same soft tempo on her clit, and sleep or no sleep, her body was rapidly responding.I kept whispering in her ear that it was time to wake up until I heard a long 'Mmmmmmm!', which signified that she was now awake and enjoying what I was doing. Once I knew she was awake I increased my speed and the pressure on her clit.Loud moans told me that she was close, so I thrust harder and faster, maintaining the. She had on a black skirt and a white blouse that buttoned up the front. It was probably a little small for her because the material stretched across her ample tits so nice that there where gaps between each of the buttons and when viewed from the side I could see her tan skin and the lacy bra material underneath. So she's holding a salad plate in each hand says, "oops, oh my god, can you help me?" She's looking down at the drops of dressing that are clinging to her black nylons and then back.