Anna's apartment was nestled in the Hollywood Hills, and she had a stunning view of Los Angeles. She gazed out thoughtfully, thinking about the crazy ...ear it had been. "Almost exactly a year," she sighed, thinking of when she had first gone into lockdown and those early days of the pandemic. Despite spending so much of the last year alone in isolation, she had changed a lot during that time. "A fuck of a lot," she whispered.Her tummy gurgled again. Taking another sip of coffee, she regarded the. I took my same seat on the couch as last time. The mom asked Can I get you anything before we start?. No thanks, Im fine, I said. Then I looked at the two standing before me and and asked so, who is going first?. I think you should go first, the mom said to her daughter as she stepped back and sat down on the edge of one of the chairs. I noticed that she did not close or cross her legs when she sat down but, instead, left her knees about shoulder width apart so her pussy remained exposed. This. Dawn found Mrs. Lamprue already brewing coffee as she entered the combined waiting room and reception. "Good," she said with a smile.Mrs. Lamprue gave her a frown that could be considered a smile back, if one was stretching the interpretation. Dawn suspected that Konrad was putting off clients because of her, something she suspected was threatening Mrs. Lamprue's ordered life.When Dawn returned to the office, a coffee cup in each hand, Konrad was still bent over the pile of books stapled on his. When Cromwell walked into the kitchen a little while later, straightening his necktie, he received another shock. Food was sizzling on the stove, filling the room with delicious smells. Shana was sashaying about the kitchen, humming to herself. She seemed perfectly at home in her high heels.Shana cooking? For a moment Cromwell didn't know what to think. If someone had asked him, what is the one thing your wife is less likely to do than wake you up with an early morning fuck, Cromwell would have.