“Yeah of course Hun you know where to go”.Kate climbed the stairs clumsily lugging her medium sized case upstairs. Entering the spare room she qui...kly slipped out of her clothes and opened her case. She selected a blue silk slip with delicate shoulder straps and a fit that hugged her curves and came to rest midway up her thighs. Kate caught a look at herself in the mirror and smiled at how sexy and desirable she looked. She then thought that she couldn’t possibly go down to dinner like this,. You'll have to visualize the setting, as I don't have many props. Okay. I'm starting now." Her voice changed subtly and she nearly yelled, "Son, is that you? I'm over in the kitchen, doing the dishes!" It was as if she was shouting from across a house.Alan opened his eyes. He noticed the room was much darker now - she'd obviously closed the curtains. He saw Glory standing with her back to him. She was up against the chalkboard, but her hands were moving as if she were washing dishes. She wore. She began getting aroused, there was a slight moisture building between her legs as she relaxed looking out onto the beautiful lake. Lizzie looked around, she thought what the heck? I am alone, I might as well take care of this new problem. Lizzie was dressed for comfort and looked one more time to make sure the coast was clear, before sliding her pants down to her knees. She wasn’t wearing any undergarments this day as she left the house in a mood. She began slowly teasing her nipples,. Anyway, who are you to George’? She demanded as Kristoff shrugged and walked past the threshold. Kris let the door swing shut behind him before speaking. ‘My name is Kristoff Petersen, Mrs Hounslow. Your husband contracted the services of a colleague of mine in Las Vegas last week. Specifically. A prostitute. I have video evidence of the event’. He decided laying it all out was the best approach. He expected the shocked expressions and gasps. What he did not expect was the smiles and knowing.