Williams looked around at her children, perplexed. Seth did not think he had ever seen his mother look so confused. Charity and good manners were high...on her list of cardinal virtues. This was something of a dilemma. Here was an armed man in her house, on the Sabbath, very likely an enemy of her older son, assuming what he told Seth was so. Seth's mother smiled, satisfied that she had weighed the alternatives and their merits and made the proper choice."We just started, really, and there's a. The man returned the next morning, after everyone else had gone out to work or to school. Standing in the open front door, he smiled again, and Grace found herself inviting him in.He was very adept at seducing bored frustrated middle aged women. He had brought a bottle of expensive wine with him, and persuaded her to share some with him. Very soon they were kissing on the couch, then a few minutes later he was caressing her breasts, and an hour after he entered the house he took her to bed and. It was like an electric shock passing through her body. When he began to lick her clit in earnest she wasn’t sure she would be able to take it. She was about to stop him several times, but was overpowered by the glorious pleasure on each occasion. Without even knowing it she was thrusting her hips into the air, pressing her clitoris against his tongue as hard as she possibly could. She began to cum under the incredible workings of his beautifully naughty tongue. For a moment she was embarrassed. We’d started around 11:30 and finished a little before 3. I hadn’t been aware of the passage of time — I guess when you can personalize data like I was doing with Hoffstatter ... well, you got caught up.As we undressed for bed, Vanessa said softly, “It sounds as if Wexler is a minor player. I mean compared to Hoffstatter.”“Yeah. Maybe. But there’s that SM rumor — Silent Magellan. That Wexler was a professional hit man. No proof, but a lot of whispers.”I smiled at my love, “Maybe I’ll don my.