And this is exactly what I was, the executivesecretary of a very well known and powerful solicitor, Mr. Lewis. 'Lewisand Partners, Solicitors and Comm...ssioners for Oaths' were the mostprestigious legal firm in town. Mark on the other hand was still in hisnighty and pinny. He wanted me to go first and then he was going to starthis morning rituals. "What are your plans for the day darling?" I asked in a noncommittal way.He wiped his hands in his apron, still the old one; he didn't dare to putone. ?Hey will you look at that! I missed the end of the match. You’re a serious distraction Jenny McEwan.? I laugh. I want to dispel the tension I can feel between us – or is it just me? ?Come on, I’m taking you to bed. But it’s going to be for some old fashioned, no nonsense, sex. Understand??She’s willing. She gets to her feet and almost skips upstairs.Meanwhile I am trying really hard to get my head around what I have learnt about Jenny – and, come to that, what she has learnt about herself –. I sighed as I stepped one leg and then another into them and ranthem up my legs. Next, I got the pantyhose and bunched them up like a pairof socks and began to slide them over my toes, being carefull not to letmy toenails snag them and get a run in them. As I wiggled them up my legsI felt a strange stirring of excitement growing in my belly, and somethingelse was growing too! My cock stirred underneath its cotton prison as Iwrapped the nylon around my waist and straightened out the waist band.. As she led me up the ally along side the club, I thought about how I had often thought about how I would like to fuck her as her hubby always seemed to treat her very mean and often left her sat on her own when they where in the club. He wanted to spend the time with his mates and chatting up the barmaid. Well hear I was with her, she always looked a millon Dollers as her hubby was very well off and she always dresssed in designer clothes. She was nearly 50 and I knew her daughter, she was.