The elevator was dimly lit and not very well ventilated considering it was still work in progress, which made us sweat profusely.I could feel my shirt...clinging to my body and could observe the drops of sweat rolling down her arms and on her brow. As soon as we stepped out of the elevator a blast of hot air hit us, we squinted our eyes and moved towards our destination. I showed her around trying to help her visualize the accommodation after completion as much as I could.But she looked zoned. “Why do you have me tied down?”“Let’s say dear nephew that I want to enjoy your body whether you want me to or not.” She smiled and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before moving down between his legs and took his cock in her soft, well-manicured hand.John looked down and he moaned with pleasure as she started to stroke him. She stroked him slowly, wanting to drag out the pleasure for him. She had a wonderful grip, not too tight, not to loose, just right. Damn, the feeling of her stroking. And of course she agreed and the kids got even more excited! The both started yelling "PRESENTS! RICH GOT PRESENTS!" Oh FRIPSY!Mrs. Brown then said to my utter dismay "Ricky, here are my keys to the trunk. You three have fun and just bring all the packages inside okay?" Of course, my mother and Aunt Harriet said in unison "RICKY?" Oh FRAPST!To my utter horror the three ladies went into the house chatting and laughing like old friends. I could have sworn I heard my Aunt call Mrs. Brown "Grace"!. "Stupid bitch" the man muttered.The Detective raised his eyebrows. "Interesting choice of words." He pointed at the photo of the graffiti like scrawl on the blacken wall. "Not 'stupid' but 'bitch'. I think it was Einstein who said only two things are infinite, stupidly and the universe, and he was not too sure about the universe."The man facing the detective, just shrugged.Shuffling the wife's statement back into the folder, the Detective continued. "Your wife was extremely fortunate she was.