Lady Wilde? Well, yes and no...

"Oh my gosh!" remarked a soft, floaty voice. The woman Kenny had landed on was an older woman, in her 30's or 40's, but age had been kind to her. She had tied back blonde hair, and a kind face with no wrinkles or lines. She had soft, pouty lips that were in a surprised O shape. Her eyes were looking right at Kenny, but they looked gentle. Soft blue and lidded in an almost relaxed way. She almost gave the aura of a queen, except unlike most queens, she was dressed in tight gym clothes, with her thick ass and thighs straining against the thin material. Her large breasts were wrapped in a restricting gym shirt that looked ready to slip off, or burst. She raised a hand to her cheek in surprise.

"How on Earth did you get all the way up here?" She asked quite calmly. Kenny sat backwards and gulped. "Umm...the stairs?" He bluffed. She paused in thought, then smiled sweetly. "That makes sense. Please be more careful not to trip though." She raised up off her hands and knees, jiggling in the best places, and made a slight bow of greeting. "I don't believe we've had the pleasure. May I ask who you are?" "Umm...I'm Kenny. I'm from Les Anna Uni, and I was...". The woman gasped. "Oh my! Are you friends with my little Rosie?" Kenny blinked. "Yes. Yes I am." he answered in a calculated bluff. She clapped her hands together in glee. "Oh, I'm so glad! Rosie is terrible at making friends, oh I shouldn't say it, but she's so...touchy? It's so nice that someone can look past that to the sweet girl she really is. I'm Mrs Wilde, Rosie's mother."

Kenny assumed that this Rosie was in fact the Lady Wilde they were here to see. "Do you know where Rosie is, Mrs Wilde?" She giggled sweetly. "Oh, she'll be around somewhere. She does love to wander. I'm surprised you didn't find her on your way through the mansion!" "Y-yeah, me too..." Mrs Wilde got back on her knees and started stretching mid-conversation. "Well, she might be around her room. It's just...nmm...upstairs and down the hall...umph...." Kenny stared at the sight of the thick bodied beauty showing off her gorgeous form and licked his lips subconsciously. "W-what are you doing?" he asked. "Ohh...well....it's just..." Mrs Wilde went a little red. "My husband has been....distant lately...I figured a spot of exercise would maybe make a little more....ohh..." She stopped stretching and blushed heavily. "...interested in me...but I don't know how to exercise at all."

Kenny would never normally have the guts to pursue this obvious situation, but his encounter with Francine had an affect on him. He could practically feel Francine's heavy tits leaning on his back, whispering dark desires into his ear, fondling his crotch. "Come on, horse-cock. You can do it."

The real Francine, meanwhile, was stood staring up at the open window in annoyance.

"Did he fucking forget about me?"