Already the evening looked to be a disaster of the worst sort, and it had not even begun yet!Surprisingly, dinner was not quite the disaster it could ...ave been, at least not initially. Siobhan managed to mind her manners until the very end, even though Mrs. Whitney, unknowing of the feud, had assigned her and Uncle Wally to seats facing each other near the center of the long table. As usual, it was Siobhan who started it, when Uncle Wally finished his meal and turned to our hostess and. I drop to my knees. I sit facing the big fireplace, my back to the old man in the wheelchair and his wife, and slowly I start to peel off my t-shirt. I know a t-shirt isn't all that elegant, I would actually rather wear a blouse or something even more sexy, like a corset, but they like the t-shirt. It is a reminder of the generation gap between us and she says it's elegant in all its simplicity. The t-shirt is pink and plain and it lands on a chair in the corner of the room as I throw it. It speeds up a bit, but not too much--this is real life.)When we got back, I dropped off my stuff at my place, and went to lab. Mostly to check e-mail and flip through a few websites. As it turned out, I noticed that Liz had also come in--she worked in the lab adjoining mine--to pick up a few papers she needed to read, I found out later. So, it seemed only natural for me to stop in and say hi.We ended up staying and talking for hours. Not about anything of real consequence or the typical. You assume many things these days, it seems, came the Darkness' amused voice. But I suppose it is harmless to indulge your silliness on occasion.Penny accepted the warm flush of pleasure which accompanied her gratitude. Her pussy would just have to remain nice and wet for now. Her hand flirted with the buttons on her blouse, her breasts too confined in the dress.As she crept along the wall towards the door, she was haunted by the memory of the very last time she and David had had sex. It had.