She does love the ma, but she just isn’t sexually excited by him. She knows that if she ever let slip the things her and Mark have done since that n...ght long ago, Caleb would be pissed. Then divorce would come and she’d be just like Joyce. The only consolation would be that she’d have Mark all to herself without fear of being caught. But she does love Caleb, and she cannot do that to the man. So she made one of her usual excuses and sent her husband to the hot tub. After Caleb settled in, she. It seemed to me that I had been there, just yesterday. And yet, in the same breath, it was as though it had been a million years ago. I remember every life, every death, and every rebirth ... but vaguely. Still, whatever was happening to me must be divine punishment for some past transgression. At least that was what the good Father Rupert would say. Hah. For all the good that knowledge brought me. And so I continued.I was roused out of my reverie by one of the maids. I did not know her name,. It was obviously Anasia and she was just as obviously unaware of who we were. It was a small and fleeting advantage but one I wouldn't waste.Taking a couple of steps back, I motioned to Andras, handing my mate back over to him along with the belt holding my daggers and Talon's leather jacket. "Guard him well, Vampire," I whispered in his ear, offering my wrist. "I won't be willing to forgive again." He quickly took three pulls from my wrist, enough to tide him over and do what he needed to do,. My mouth was suddenly dry and I licked my lips as she continued to let the hem of her tee be drawn upwards. Now her upper thighs were exposed, her vee tantalizingly almost within sight, when she stopped. I stared a little longer and then raised my eyes to meet hers. “Do you want me to go on, Dad?” I swallowed hard, but couldn’t speak, so I nodded weakly and croaked, “I hate to say it, Honey… but I really do!” She gathered some more material bunched into her hands and revealed her sweet pubis.