She just picked me up under her arm, giggling, and carried me to the chair where my leg was. She put me down gently and gave me a sweet kiss on the li...ps. She asked, "Does my sister take care of you like this? You should have me come up and stay with you guys. I could wait on you like that all the time."Bobby had come up behind her and said, "Right, you just want to help out. I'm sure you wouldn't want to see how this guy measures up, would you?"Lena was speaking softly so only Bobby could hear,. There were no other obvious signs of the obvious strain she was under. He could only wonder what had possessed his father to leave her. She was still a stunningly beautiful woman even at forty. Unconsciously admiring her, he saw her long, silky hair falling down over her shoulders, framing a face that could grace any fashion magazine. Big, full breasts swelling out proudly above her flat, trim belly. Long, graceful legs, tucked up under her firm, rounded buttocks. Her feet, tiny and bare were. You repeat your motion, my senses are overwhelmed, feeling your wet pussy and nursing on your beautiful breasts, your nipples as hard as small stones. Reluctantly I release your breasts, your nipples and your areola, and you straighten up, now fully impaled on my cock. You smile, and put your hands on my chest, you ease forward and then slowly ease down again. This is your moment and you control the pace. Thus you do start slowly to savor each stroke, feel each pulse, each vein, and each part. The lobster looks yummy," she laughed.Bill just smiled and watched her as she scanned the menu. A few moments later, a waiter arrived to ask if they wanted anything to drink."Zena, what would you like?" White wine would be nice," she answered tentatively.Bill turned to their waiter. "What would you suggest, sir?" Ah, if you prefer a dry wine, I would suggest a California Chardonnay or an Italian Pinot Grigio. If something sweeter is more to your taste, perhaps a Riesling or a Liebfraumilch." Do.