And even without make up, which she rarely wore, she was the definition of the classically beautiful woman. I, on the other hand, was much more like...my father. More conservative, a little more serious. They had met just after mom finished college. He was 10 years older, a Vietnam vet and was a lawyer at the firm my mom had just gotten a job at. I never knew him well because he died of cancer when I was 8, but from what people have told me, they had a yin and yang thing going. They were so. As I slipped out of my trousers I took in the glories sight of her hairy bush between her plump legs. My cock was standing to attention as if on parade at AOC's inspection.I moved forward, my cock in my hand, and began to rub my nob up and down her hot slit. She began to moan and unbutton the front of her dress. She then slipped one of her large breasts from her bra and squeezed the nipple.I couldn't wait any longer and I eagerly slipped my hard shaft into that inviting hole. Moving. ."What followed was almost an hour long tour of the manor and its grounds, with the promise of dinner within a few minutes time. It was a bit lonely, eating alone, so used you were to your three siblings and mother being at the dinner table with you, but your plate was quickly cleared away and Emilia surprised you by wishing you farewell and good luck with your new home."What," you exclaim, shocked your aunt's faithful maid wouldn't stay on to help you. "But... how will I manage this place on. Am I supposed to be all weepy or something?"He shook his head. "Not like you had any choices." You didn't either, did you?" I asked him, remembering the story of him and Cindy."I didn't start the fight," Dan said. "Neither did you."Dan 2.0 rolled his chair into the middle of the office. "I saw the video. You made the right move. If you'd've hesitated, I think Malati would be dead or in the hospital."We'd all seen the video.Things went back to normal. The restaurant was shut down for a good.