This was stocked by my master sommelier. Guys who pay far more attention to these things than I ever did, all tell me that they’re good.”“They c...rtainly are,” she agreed. Then she took a bottle of white that she said was getting dangerously close to the end of its prime, pointing out that they had a much shorter shelf life than did fine reds.The lunch she prepared turned out to be an omelette aux fines herbes, using the fresh herbs she had clipped from our garden, along with bacon and pommes. She began to pant heavily and moaned 'No, the postman will be here soon, he will see us' I stood her up pulled her pants off and said 'We had better give him a show then, play with yourself like tart while I undress.'I couldn't believe my eyes, there was this lovely mature woman, pleasuring her self for all to see. I could'nt hold back I pushed against the window and slipped my stiff cock deep inside her. She only lasted a couple of minutes before I felt her sopping pussy contracting on my. By now I could see D's nipples were hard under her thin cotton blouse and my cock really took interest and I was sure Sue and D had noticed.When a slow smoochy number came on Sue looked across to me. "Hey why don't you and mum dance Mark? I'm sure she'd love it wouldn't you Mum?" Spluttering in my scotch I nearly died! My shorts were just about keeping my obvious boner in check but before I could object D got up dragging me with her and wrapped her arms around me. At that point I could have. You should consider it as well. I think that is wise," was his reply.I went out of the study and up the stairs to my room. I needed to walk. I always thought better when I walked. On my way, I passed Katherine on the stairs. She gave me a puzzled look, and I stopped to caress her face softly. "I need to think, Kate. I'm going out for a walk." There were days, in New York, that I did that. We took long walks together, sometimes.She said nothing but touched my hand, on her cheek.She went.