" W-we might have some... err... whipped cream in aisle..." I tried to sound cool, but my erection was bordering on painful. She must have noticed bec...use she changed the subject."I've just gone through a tough break up" she began "he left me for a younger model, literally." I'm sorry to hear that" I replied."That's okay, it's kinda liberating, he wanted me to be monogamous, the ideal trophy wife that looks good at fancy restaurants or events. Poor guy, he got stuck with a thirsty whore that. She served as Arch-Dean for 20 years, before passing the torch to younger hands, and retiring to a small tower built into the northern wall where she lived out the rest of her days doing mystic research and thaumaturgical experiments.The tide of years rolled on. King Tarimayous died, as all mortals do: even the great Elven Kings. A total of fifty Arch-Deans came and went, none serving more than 20 years, (save the "'Arch-Deen'mon" Haguathis, who was finally defeated in the 25th year of his. I was thinking of you last night in my bed. I touched my pussy thinking of you." She whispered.Jake did his best to remain still. Her lips near his ear were slightly tickling him. He slightly moved his head from her lips. She jerked back."Jake? Can you hear me?" She asked looking at his face. He didn't move."God. I imagining things" She said.Jake felt her fingers and they moved over his lips and down his chin. Her fingers explored his neck and moved under the top of his gown. "I feel your heart. Dads funny idea R was my last initial but most just called me Jr now. The economy really hurt when I was 60 and cutbacks just about killed business but it was slowly getting a bit better. To save money and my sanity I decided to live in a boarding house and just pay rent and have use of everything I could need. Now Grace is a nice lady and had no problems with renting to me especially when her health was not so good and I could help out a lot so she kept my rent low and I did what I could like.