She just laughed. "Michael, Michael," she grasped my hands in hers. "I'll bet you've never slept with a woman, have you?" Her head turned slightly to ...he side. She looked so pretty. I admitted that I hadn't. "That's okay," she said softly. "Everyone has to have a first time, don't they?" I nodded my head. She kissed me again. This time it was a more passionate kiss. Harder. Longer. Her eyes were closed as she kissed me. I peeked. "Michael?" she spoke softly as she lifted one of my hands to her. "He yanked open a desk drawer, and a small pistol appeared in his hand as if by legerdemain, the kind women sometimes carried in their muff, a weapon of very narrow bore but a killing weapon nevertheless. His hand did not shake and there was hatred in his eyes. His face was very white and a muscle twitched beside his chin. His nostrils flared and his eyes bulged."And you have a taste for women, they say, including some expensive whores, which I assume, has led to your thievery. How many do you. Giving them a tiny squeeze, Sheila slid from the couch and kneltbetween his legs.With a hand behind each knee, she urged her husband forward until hisass was resting on the front edge of the couch. Starting at his feet,Sheila rubbed his stocking clad legs slowly and lightly, enjoying thefeel of the smooth nylon under her fingers. No wonder he liked her towear stockings she thought! As her strokes got higher, Sheila pushedhis legs apart inch by inch until they were splayed open and her. "Of course I will darling." Will you undress me too and put me to bed?"I smiled into Laura's eyes as she handed me a glass of whisky."You bet."We tucked our daughter in and both kissed her goodnight before going downstairs again into the huge front room, I took her into my arms again and kissed her with a passion I thought I'd never feel again.I don't remember going back upstairs, I just remember her soft moans of pleasure as I knelt to remove her panties, I remember the beautiful, womanly.