"Are you telling me that you are Suzie Potter's daughter? Did you have an aunt by the name of Charlene Evans?" Charlene Evans? No, the only aunt I kne... was named Annabelle Fourtnoy. I am named after her."Lady Lambert wiped a tear from her eye, visibly touched. "My dear child, did your mother ever tell you how she came to Boston?" No, she wouldn't talk at all about her youth, but then I was only twelve when she died." Annabelle Fourtnoy was the name your aunt assumed when she left England. Her. As I lay there, I began to imagine her bending down to get things out of the cupboards, her tight skirt stretched over her ass. I began to stroke my cock at the thought of it.I had taken the room a month before and from the first day I'd moved in I'd imagined what it would be like to get into her pants. She was in her early sixties, forty years older then me, but that made no difference, she was still fuckable, with a good figure and a great pair of tits. I'd laid in bed many nights listening. Mark didn't say a word to me all day, and every time I saw him looking at me, I’d blush and quickly look away. Then finally it was after work, and I was standing outside his jeep in a white shirt and my black work pants."Hey, hop on it," he said opening the door from the inside.I stepped up and climbed into his Jeep."Thanks," I quietly said."Cute shirt." He smiled at me and looked me up and down quickly, leaving me beet red."Thank you," I replied as he pulled out of the parking lot. He turned. I was schedule to return on Saturday, but I notice the conference was ending on Friday afternoon. During the week, I continue chatting with her and teasing her about where I should take her for a date upon my return. By the middle of the week, her response to my teasing was simple. " Just tear my clothes off, and fuck me hard... no dating, no eating, just do it " Her mind was set about what she wants. I never told her that I was planning to change my plane ticket, and once I got confirmation.