He went to the bed and slept beside my wife. He didn’t do anything for a minute. Even my wife was silent and still. She didn’t even look at him si...ce we were doing. Then he was the first to make move. He took her by her waist and started moving his left hand on her soft stiff waist. He didn’t get any reaction from her. She lay on her back looking at the roof without any moment. After a few minutes his hand started to move up. When it reached the edge of her boob, he waited. Still there was no. Prince Sharn looked up at his youngest sister Samantia hopefully. She was usually the one who played with him and fed him and made sure his clothes were clean and put him to bed and ... well everything. She was practically his mother. And his mother was some distant Goddess who only descended from on high to occasionally yell at him or spank him. His mother was pretty too, but in a cold, harsh sort of way. Samantia shook her head and took his hand, tugging him along through the house and out. Come into the den and I willshow you. With matching thread in the needle, JoAnn showed Cheryl how topick up just one strand of thread in the dress material and bring thethreaded needle through it. This will create a hem that will not showany sewing marks. Cheryl took the needle and thread from her Aunt, andbegan to sew the hem. It was slow work, and JoAnn stayed in the roomwith her, while reading a book.After a while, with the hem about one half completed, Cheryl said."Auntie?" Yes dear?". On my first full day back home, I ran into her in the lobby and we rode up on the elevator together. She asked about my road trip and I told her the usual stories of living in a hotel room and eating out every night. She invited me to come to her apartment for dinner tomorrow night. I accepted and we went our separate ways. Later that evening as I was leaving my apartment, I noticed a young (early 20’s) black man knocking on Gracie’s door. He was tall and slender and he had a large envelope in.