It sure did seem weird that the ground was all covered with ice all the time in that long-ago time but the story was lots of fun and he had watched it...more times than he could possibly remember after all this time.Next month, he was due to go to a real school, not the kitchen table with either mom or dad telling him stuff that they wanted him to remember even when he thought it was downright silly and dumb like what most grown-ups thought was real important for some reason he didn’t quite. Wingrave? He stared at her as she sat talking to the other woman. He could see only part of her face, but he was certain it was Charlotte Wingrave. She might be living in London and only visiting New York. People do get homesick, don't they? No doubt Mrs. Wingrave had returned to New York to visit some of her friends. Yes, that was Mrs. Wingrave all right. She had the same hairdo, the same brown hair streaked with grey, the same aging pink face. He had no idea how old she was, but she had to be. I think I was, actually."Unfortunately, at that moment I looked over her shoulder and was surprised to see the picture of Paul and Kendall back on display, the two lovers smiling back at me. When my smile faltered she turned to see what I was looking at."Oh my goodness!" She grabbed the photo and hastily threw it into a drawer."It's okay," I said. I'm sure my smile looked as forced as it felt."I cleaned the place up, I shaved everywhere, I put perfume in places I've never put it before, and. You gasp as two fingers penetrate your pussy. I am certain she feels the dildo in your ass as she finger fucks you. I work into the same rhythm fucking your ass."She is driving my tits crazy, Mistress." I can feel that, kitten. And I suspect she will be around for more. I don't think she is going to be able to sit much this camp if she keeps it up. And you may end up in my lap a lot."I can feel you struggling not to cum and finally whisper that it is okay. I increase the pace as Sarah increases.