Shortly after he found himself almost unconsciously tracing his fingers around the outline of his mothers knickers noting the he thought she had Frenc... knickers on underneath her dress and tights.“What exactly do you think you are doing young man?” She asked without looking up from the movie.“Oops sorry mum I forgot it was you lying here.”“Well I am pretty sure that my body does not feel like one of your girlfriends.”“Can’t say I noticed any difference and anyway you still have a good figure”. "Not a priest but a priestly vassal," Mirela clipped."They raised and educated me," Stefan protested until he saw the distain cross her face, "but I fear there is an unwanted collar about my neck."For some reason he didn't want to admit or explore, he wanted to please this woman."You may get lucky, guardsman," Mirela pointed at him with her mixing spoon, "the pestilence doesn't discriminate between priest and peasant. Your chain may have already evaporated and you don't realize it yet.". (Andy) How searchable are the archives?(Pam of TGStories) I do not have a search engine. But the stories are listed by title and also by date and by theme, i.e.. Signature Series. (Andy) Do you have chat rooms, message boards or similar forums?(Pam of TGStories) I have very intentionally tried to keep the site simple. Frankly, much of the structure of sites on the net make me nuts. You go round and round and see the same information over and over. So I have tried to keep everything very. She was tall and slim, with coal black skin. Although she was wearing a sweater, I could tell that the corset she was wearing gave her breasts a perfect, slightly elevated cone shape. This observation would change my life forever. I walked behind her and asked, "May I?" She turned and looked deeply into my eyes. Her eyes sparkled with humor. "Of course," she said. I reached up and flattened her sweater against her chest, then I touched her breasts. I think I actually covered my shock quite.