I slipped my hands down under her armpits and began to pull her up. She easily stood but looked confused as I spun her around. One hand went on a hip ...he other on her back and I bent her over a box, pushing my erection between her legs and thrusting, asking, “Want to be fucked?”Louise straightened quickly looking around at me with a big smile on her face and started undoing her trousers saying, “Yes please.”She pushed her trousers and knickers down and willingly bent over the box, sweeping her. Truly, I didn't think he could see anything, but maybe he could and maybe he did. Now that I remember, he was always positioning and repositioning my legs. Oh, my God, I'm such a fool. Every time he moved my legs, I must have flashed him and given him a great view of my pussy. Embarrassed to think of that then, I'm excited to think of that now."Relax Mom. I'm just going to move your legs, so that I can work your hamstrings."Trying to preserve my modesty, I remember now it was always awkward to. Ordering a third beer, I asked, what his name was? He told me his name was Darren and thanked me for the drinks. I asked, what was he going to do for a place to stay? The tavern was going to be closing has the weather got worse outside, and that he could not sleep outside. He would freeze to death if he attempted to. He told me he had no place to go. Giving it, some thought I offered him to come to my place for the night. Looking up at me, I would greatly appreciate that he said. Getting up we. ”“Nor can I, but he killed Jay in a rage. There was nothing surgical about the murder. It was just a rage killing, if I ever saw one.” I admitted.“Maybe the commish is a psychopath,” Joan guessed.I just don’t buy it, but maybe they could sell it to a jury, but only if the commissar is dead,” I said. ‘We need to let the FBI do this. They can offer him protection. That is if he has anything to say.”“We should know pretty soon,” Joan said. “It’s three o’clock.”My phone rang. “Gray you need to pick.