All in all it had been a good deal. It had been a festival that was a big draw and clearly was going to be bigger in the future, with good cooperation...with the local chamber of commerce and a nice reaction from most of the local citizenry -- always excepting Lynnette Hershberger, of course. But Emily had been the point of contact and the spark plug between Bert and the chamber, and had put her organizational skills to work for him in other ways, so naturally Bert was glad to repay the. The only times she'd been there were when Dave had insisted it had been too long, and she'd never been happy when there.No, if she still had been alive, the Christmas celebration would have been much more low-key in their long-gone New York apartment, or, more likely, up at her parents' house in Connecticut. Christmas with the Albrights had always been much more formal, much more low-key as well -- while the boys were allowed some seasonal excitement, there was a limit on it. Dave had tried to. Carol loved the taste of pussy, especially the sweetness of cum, and wasn't surprised to discover the maid's pussy was heavenly.Anna-Marie moaned involuntarily as she questioned, "Ma'am?"Carol licked hungrily for only a few seconds before the front door to the house opened and closed.Anna-Marie quickly stood up, wobbled briefly, and looked down at Mrs. White.Carol whispered, "Keep working, and don't let him know I'm here."Anna-Marie nodded, shocked that the woman wasn't worried about being. Whenever the lady in my arms at that time was indicating that further adventures would be acceptable, my treacherous mind would bring out a picture of Jas! That would stop me in my tracks. I knew that I loved Jas, and always would, it was her lack of trust that had kept us apart, that and my anger.We had dined well, Jas was a good cook, we relaxed and chatted, but I was unable to feel any anticipation of arousal before we went to bed. Why did I not feel eager? Possibly because this wasn't about.