” You come back down beside me and undo my skirt, slowly pulling it off me. I’m now lying with just a thong on, my heart racing, wondering what yo...’re going to do next. You lean over me and rub your cock along my thong. I tilt my hips, so I can feel more of you, trying to make you slip inside, but you don’t allow that to happen. You grab hold of your cock pull my thong to the side and begin to rub the tip of your cock over my clit. I moan “You like that?” You whisper. I nod. You then run your. I put the two bags I was carrying on the counter for Ilsa to put away and turned just in time to catch my niece in a great big hug as she hurled herself into my arms, wrapping herself around me and planting a kiss on my cheek."I missed you, Uncle Con. I heard you were not staying long," she said in a voice that trembled with her emotions. "I watch the news sometimes and worry about you." You have nothing to worry about, Alex," Ilsa said as she scurried around the kitchen putting away the food.. He said that he wasfascinated by her. I told her to what to do, but it was me she ignored.There was a time, maybe forty years ago, when I would have let a man likethis take me to bed. He would need to prove his ardor with some giftsand a meal, but if he had done it that day, I would have let him take hismoment of joy. But it would only be a moment - one that he wouldremember for the rest of his life. When I was in my twenties, I wouldhave done that.Probably in my forties too. He was very. Ask Jacob.”Beatrice eyed him closely, but nodded eventually and leaned back on the couch.“Fiona,” Jack said, “you might want to find this Azamel.”The redhead blinked at him, eyebrows raised and glancing Beatrice’s way. “Eh? Ye sure?”“Yeah. Antoinette said she couldn’t stop you, and ... and I feel like there’s shit going on, but I don’t know enough to make a judgment call.”“You two in cahoots or something?” Beatrice said.Jack shrugged. Not in cahoots, he didn’t think so anyway. But Damien had.