Finally, we both got our climax, after I kept slamming her deeply and harder, nailing her. I could discern if she had gotten a good orgasm because of... her particular way of communicating it to me, saying she felt as if gallons of cum were flooding her vagina. We ended up completely asleep on the bed. As I woke up I found myself alone in the room and the only sing of any Elvira had been here were her little panties that she couldn't take away as they got trapped under my body. It had become. She rolled up her skirt and removed it like a t-shirt above her head. I was in my boxers and socks, staring, completely in awe of her. She was just wearing a bra and a thong, with an inviting look on her face.Her vagina felt tender and moist with pre-cum. The huge wet patch on her thong was glistening with a gooey texture oozing out of the threads. Her facial expressions read as if to say, “Eat me or pound me. Just relieve me.” I was in no mood to give in, I wanted her to get an orgasm purely. ‘You have caused me untold grief, I can no longer write off the company losses to the IRS. Dance with me.’ She led me to the dance floor and we danced a cha-cha and salsa before a bolero was played. I was being respectful but boleros are sexy dances and I soon had a noticeable erection. She pressed her body to it. After the dance we wandered over to the bar and as we waited for our drinks she said, ‘You have a strange taste in women.’ I gave her an embarrassed nod and took my drink without. “As bad – yes, worse – no. I thought Abby would fly off the handle for sure. She seemed to control herself better than I expected.”“Mother spoke to me while you were in here with the others. She said Aunt Abby thinks you brought Kristen here to be your mistress. Were I you, I would not give her any reason to continue to believe that. It wouldn’t be good for - domestic tranquility, Father.”“Yes, I know, Alfred. I talked to Kristen about that very thing the night before we left the village. She.