Dressed in patriotic colors as George and Martha Washington they received each of us, ‘Welcome! In the name of Rex, King of Mardi Gras and Baccus, L...rd of Wine, Welcome. Eat, drink and be merry, for Lent starts on Friday … and Ash Wednesday is a perfect time to make your confession for any transgressions made here tonight.’ We four laughed, accepted a glass of champagne and drifted separately into the milling guests below. I stationed myself to the side of the steps which would allow me to see. There was nothing that occurred out of the ordinary for Jeff till the following late afternoon. Hearing his doorbell chime he opened the door to see Lynn standing there. As usual she looked good, very good.“I had a showing here which gave me a reason to stop by.”“Lynn you don’t need a reason to stop by. You can stop by anytime you want and I hope you will. You have an open ended invitation to do that.”After putting her briefcase down she turned and came up close to Jeff. Putting her arms over. I felt her hands moving behind her, stroking my shaft through my briefs. I lifted her breasts, pushing them together, looking over her shoulder, watching them as I felt her nipples harden to my touch.One hand entered my briefs, I shuddered as her fingers slid down my hard shaft. She gripped me, moving her hand slowly up and down. I moved back a little to give her room to use her undoubted skills. She released me and stepped away, turning to face me, smiling wickedly. I looked at her with. "Good morning, Kimberly."She frowned. 'Kimberly.' Even her mother didn't call her that anymore."Good morning, Mrs. Henderson."Not long after she'd moved in, the kindly old woman next door had'just popped by for a cup of tea,' as she put it. That cup of tea hadlasted two hours, and the woman had still been talking as Kim walkedher out the door. For a moment, she thought about pretending she'dforgotten something in the house, but then paused.If anybody could tell her more about the old mansion,.