I put her age in the mid-fifties. Like, Peyton, she was fit, but looked like the responsibility of her job or a stressful personal matter weighed heav...ly on her. She wore a navy wool business suit, with slacks, though, not a skirt.We were ready. Bound presentation books rested on the conference table in front of each attendee. We'd spent a bundle preparing the books. They covered every detail. The narrative copy was well-written and proofread, not once but three times. The photography depicting. At first gently and then frantically as our to tongues entwined and probing deep into each others mouth.She then pulled away and said "Sonny its time to get naked for you mom" and she then placed her hand on my belt buckle and began to undo it../i then helped her by removing my pant and my shirt and when it was time to remove my jockey bikini's she asked me to stop,she sat at the edge of the bed and asked me to move over to her.I was totally naked except for my jockeys,she then placed her. I walked around with a beer in my hand talking to a few acquaintances from the neighborhood but felt out of place since everyone had a spouse.Finally, for lack of anything else to do I volunteered to be the official griller; that would have been my job if I'd had my own party anyway. Carl readily agreed, so there I was, handing out hamburgers and hot dogs on warmed up buns to the masses.I was flipping a new batch of burgers when something landed on my ear; I shook my head and flicked at it with. I somehow showed restraint in letting her finish undressing herself.The sun was just below the horizon and the dusk settling on the river outside our window. The sky was that deep blue hue it gets before the first stars twinkle in the night sky. A small lamp beside a table near the window was the only other source of light in the room. The room felt soft and the temperature was moderately warm. It was a perfect evening in Amsterdam.I described her before as solidly built, which might have been.