The afternoon stretched into the evening, the drinks kept flowing and we all were beginning to get pretty intoxicated. My wife went to the restroom an... he told me I had one hell of a nice looking wife. I agreed and he asked me if her tits were as nice naked as they were clothed. I told him he had no idea how much better they were. My wife returned, wobbling quite a bit and laughing her semi-drunk little laugh. He asked if we wanted to watch a few movies and we agreed. He had a big couch and. The room was not packed and our table is in the back Kat sitting with her back to the wall so when Jenny came out of the double doors she was right in front of us. Now those that have read our stories before know Kat never wares panties and keeps her puss clean shaved. So as Jenny came to us with our drinks Kat spread her legs and offered Jenny a clear look at her pussy. I watched Jenny's face and it first went pale then bright red and she almost drop the tray. Getting to the table she gave me. Drew would steal the occasional glance at her amazing ass, whenever she moved through the office, oozing authority. Her breasts were not just ample, but statuesque, owing to her slim waist and child-bearing hips. Not that she had the time for children. She might do, in a few years but she was too focused on her career for now. Another example of Lisa’s management style revealed itself to Drew in his second week. Lisa appeared next to him, quietly, as she always did. She had an almost stealthy. Initially I freaked out, but seconds later I saw it as a really great chance of getting rid of him. He was not getting a chance to get even near me and I could inherit all my mothers possessions, as it should be… And his too. Maybe I didnt need a rich husband after all. So as soon as I saw no more bubbles coming from him I was sure he was dead. That was the end of Alan, the douche. It worked like a charm. In a couple months I was living like a queen, alone in my own house with all that money..