My phone went off just as Helen put the kettle on to make a pot of tea and while I answered it, she asked Jenny, "Would you mind clearing the table wh...le I wash the plates please?" Rightly I guessed she wanted to talk with Jenny without my hearing. In the background I heard them talking quietly or rather I heard Helen talking while I gave the caller instructions for restoring his computer after it had crashed. Later I learned Helen had reassured Jenny about her safety with me. I took Jenny. The sensations were becoming overwhelming as I continued to pump her. Her eyes told a tale of lust as I looked deeply into them. She gasped for air as she felt my balls slap into her pussy. My cock glided between her drenched thighs. My lips parted, letting a heavy grunt escape. Her roaming hands found my neck as she held on tightly. Her pussy was inviting, drowning my cock in creamy liquid. She was now in the middle of a powerful climax, and nails clawed along my back as I continued in steady. “Did you note, Annamarie, that women’s organized crime tends to fall into the wiggle room.”“Yes, I did. Does this have something to do with us? Maybe my father was in it and left you money?”“Not quite. I need to review some history. After some wild initial days, American organized crime was the province of Sicilian-Italian-Americans. To be in the leadership, you had to be a man of Sicilian ancestry, or, rarely, a non-Sicilian Italian or a Jewish man.“To enter the Sicilian mafia, there was a. I knew she was worried that because Rachel had been so badly hurt she would not be able to fully commit if things got more serious. Little, did she know how I was beginning to feel about Rachel and I am sure she would have had something to say on the subject, but I decided that it was best to keep quiet for the moment. Lunch carried on and we had a lot of fun, just chatting about business, kids, her horses and Miles obsession with old cars. Just two old friends sitting in a restaurant putting.