" Do you know, Villefort, that you are talking in a most dreadfully revolutionary strain? But I excuse it, it is impossible to expect the son of a Gir...ndin to be free from a small spice of the old leaven." A deep crimson suffused the countenance of Villefort."'Tis true, madame," answered he, "that my father was a Girondin, but he was not among the number of those who voted for the king's death; he was an equal sufferer with yourself during the Reign of Terror, and had well-nigh lost his head on. I could see her nipples poking through the shirt. Her ass was so warm on my chest.Long minutes passed like that. She kept glancing at me but was clearly enjoying the attention I was giving her between her legs and how my hands were up under the panties now, massaging her bare ass. She was biting her lip a little.I was enjoying myself. Lace is an invention that someone should be given a medal for the way it looks on a woman. I could see the shape and outline of her pussy through it. And this. When the waves of pleasure passed, and I'd turned the remote down, her father told her that it had been a wonderful experience for both her and him, and that she should do it more often.After a long silence, Sara said,"Yes dad, I will;" then started talking about whatever it was on the screen.One other time when both Sara's parents had been at home (I wasn't there) Sara had been complaining that she wasn't getting enough exercise and that she was putting weight on. Now Sara is as skinny as me. She knows.” “What do you mean, she knows?” I asked. “I told her about us and that’s why she is here” she said, while trying to put me at ease. Lisa stood up and reached for my hand, pulling me to my feet.“Cute nightie and sexy stockings too. Turn around” she ordered. I was reluctant at first, but did turn around. I felt a hand slide over my ass and cup my butt cheek, giving it a squeeze. She released and I turned back only to see Lisa taking pictures of me. I tried to reach out and grab her.