We went behind the tavern again to practice with the new weapon, and I quickly got the knack of handling the mace. Hippolyte complimented me on my tec...nique, and I struggled to come up with an explanation of why I was so quickly adapting to the weapons of this era. Then it dawned on me: I was using weapons that Hippolyte was intimately familiar with, so her muscle memory was using her training to follow the simple commands that my mind was issuing.I guessed from that idea that I could handle. My mom said, “Beta, think of yourself as Simran’s husband’s replacement. God has sent you to satisfy her in a way her husband could not.”Me: But mom, she is our maid.Mom: So what? Stop being classist. I have given her permission to sleep with you every day, and she will! Even Me: I respect her for working at our place, but she is much elder to me…Mom: Should I show you your porn history? If you continue arguing with me, I will make you sleep with Simran’s sisters.Me: Ok, I am going to sleep.I. It seemed that she intended to collect all four utensils in her purse by the end of the night.I heard her coming up the stairs and I quickly moved to the corner, standing with my hands at my sides. I felt an increasing sense of giddiness with every step she took. Blood flowed to my penis and it pressed against the inside of my jeans. By the time she entered the room my fingers had migrated to my growing erection where I massaged it gently through the layers of clothing. She watched me for a. May I offer you anything to drink?” He took water. They soon sat and talked. Her eyes, for whatever reason, seemed to be all over him. He noticed a little later on and wasn’t sure why. Nor was she for that matter. “Boy, I sure have to admit but you do look great,” he told her. “I mean all the weight you’ve lost.” “Yeah, it is amazing. I’ll admit it feels odd but look at you. I mean, look at yourself. You’re the one who has lost a heck of a lot of weight too,” she told him. She was impressed..