It was Fiona, the legal specialist. "Mind if I take this seat?" She sat before they could give an answer. "I'm Fiona, you're Bradley. aren't you?" He ...odded. "Been dying to meet you since Rebecca let the cat out of the bag!"Fiona was a professional looking woman in her fifties with a preference for snappy power suits and blond rinsed hair. She was always impeccably dressed and came across as somewhat intimidating. She and Rebecca had taken a dislike to each other from the get go. Rebecca found. I said “Always whatever you do I am happy with it. She dropped the bra and I found a queen of spades on her right breast. I know what it means and I am happy with it.I try to undo her trousers but she stopped me.“You are not allowed to see it for a month.”“Why?”“You can fantasize for one month about what I have done there.”“I can’t fuck you?”“You can have my mouth!”I fucked her mouth, it felt great and when I came, she drank it all, for my love. I liked the way her upper mouth and her tongue. On Saturday, when we returned from our shopping trip, I was downstairs making us a drink. She called down to me and said, "Come up here now." I asked her, "Why?"Her response was, "Just get up here now."I entered the bedroom to find her in a lacy open nipple, crotchless teddy, and high heels."Take off your pants and come here."I did, thinking that she wanted to play and I was more than ready. I proceeded to get on the bed. I went to touch her; she said, "No, your cock looks like it needs. "I'm staying here for a few days daddy." She laughed. "Mummy says you want some time alone."Laura blushed prettily and smiled as her mother kissed me."Welcome home Frank," she said with genuine warmth, her husband just about crushed me in a bear hug as he echoed her sentiments, "Come on in, dinner's on the table, we need to put some meat on them bones."Dinner was roast chicken with home grown vegetables and a thick, dark gravy. I cleared my plate rapidly and my mother in law beamed as she.