To my surprise, there was a stop on the tenth floor. As the doors opened, an older woman, perhaps in her seventies, gracefully entered. She was a stud... in elegance: short, silver hair with subtle waves, a classically gorgeous face, a perfectly fitting cocktail dress and sharp black heels. The sequenced dots from her pearl necklace was a perfect compliment to her attire. “Good evening,” I said, trying to muster the charm of The World’s Most Interesting Man , and not sound like some schmuck from. Soon she finds something she thinks looks promising and begins reading…Her hand lazily drifts down her body, stopping at her full firm breasts for a little nipple play as she reads. She enjoys fingering her hard, stiff nipples and tracing teasing circles around her areola. She has always thought her tits were one of her best features and a selling point when she was dating her husband. He still likes her tits and makes sure he spends some quality time with “the girls” whenever they have sex.. "Mary Jane was in tears now. As usual, I didn't know how to react, so I did nothing. Sometimes nothing is the best thing."Maybe she's starting to change," I finally offered."It does look like it, a little bit, doesn't it?" Mary Jane said, making eye contact that was attempting to force me to say something else to her. Something else that was encouraging."I don't know her well enough yet to really ... know anything," I said. "I mean, for the moment, I feel kind of encouraged, but it's not like. When we sign the deal, we'll fund the company at a million a month, for a year, so we can blow the doors off the production process. I'm going to take next semester off to make sure of our investment and help him out with the project." So, if I hear you correctly, it will take around twelve million to start this up. Then we'll need to wait to see how much more he needs us to invest. Mom and Dad should arrive soon. They have to leave tonight to go to DC for Regan's inauguration. This new thing.