.. I was walking along the cliff to his house when I noticed his body lying on the rocks below... he looked so peaceful..." replied Maeve as she began...to break down and cry again. She quickly raised her handkerchief and wiped away any tears. The waiter arrived with the coffee and placed them in front of the duo."Well... I'm sorry for bothering you any further and again, I'm very sorry about William. If there's anything I can do, please contact me. I'm staying at the Four Seasons Hotel here,". "OK, then. Let's go find some tee shirts and panties to put on," I suggested as I lightly patted her bare leg.We giggled most of the way up the stairs to my bedroom. I went straight to my tee shirt drawer and pulled out my two best, long tee shirts, then moved to my panty drawer and fished out a black pair and a red pair of silk, french-cut panties."What should I do with this," Hannah asked from behind me just as I got a hold of the second pair of panties.I turned to find her holding her dress. We were in Las Vegas a few years ago; our room at Treasure Island faced the strip 8 floors up. We fucked on the divan in the window. It was dark out side. Inside the hotel room our lamps were bright. Just as I was about to come my wife pointed out that a group of people crossing the bridge to the Venetian and were stopping to looking at us. It was a huge turn on to watch them watching us as we fucked for another 5 minutes, caught up in the ‘What happens in Vegas…’We rent a cabin in the woods. His hands were so light and all I wanted was more. For what seemed like eternity, his hands didn’t slip into my panties and I almost begged him to give me more. I attempted to take care of it myself but he wouldn’t allow it and returned my arms around his neck. Finally, I’d had enough waiting and I turned around to push him against the wall. I kissed him passionately as I pulled off his shirt. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. I realized I was still in my heels and I had my panties on.