"I was dressing Elizabeth this morning when sheremarked that the lady visitor today would be someone I would recognise.That this lady was somehow invo...ved in my employment with you." That is indeed the case," replied Mrs. Cooper. "Would you like to knowher name?" Oh, I wouldn't want to ask anything from you, Madame. It was only idlecuriosity." I agree with you there Mary. They say idle women have the least leisure.Still, I think it not unreasonable that you know who you'll be attendingto this. Then, with an almost girlish glee, she stood swiftly and said, "whee, I'm I nudist." And strode from the room. "This calls for a celebration, don't you think?" she called from the kitchen."Um, ok," I said, but remained seated.Denise reappeared behind the half-wall separating the living room from the dining room, brandishing a bottle of wine. "Want some?" she asked."Well, one of us has to get Lissa," I observed."Oh, right," she grimaced. Well ... I'll have a glass, and you can go get her. You. She placed her middle finger on one side of her clit, her ring finger on the other, and gently pinched her clit between them, rubbing in slow circles. She took her other hand and plunged three fingers deep her wet cunt making slurping sounds as she whimpered with pleasure. My sister moved at a steady pace, rubbing her clit and pumping her fingers in and out of her slick cunt. I was fighting myself now, holding myself back, feeling as if I would lose my mind, listening to the wet sounds her. It had an American accent, and it was lower, like it had been soaked in whiskey. Ben opened his eyes and squinted, only able to see a feminine silhouette. Other than maybe Flo -wherever she was hiding, it had damn well better have been a long way from here- the last person he had expected to see tending to his wounds was Maureen Corley. He snatched his hand away from her leg like it had been burned.He pushed himself up painfully onto his elbows. "Mo? What are you doing here?"With strong hands.