My upbringing took hold and demanded that I not gawk at her lustful movements. I reached behind the seat and pulled a light blanket from the back and ...eluctantly arranged it over her to protect her modesty.She stopped moving for a second, then continued and mumbled a few more words that meant nothing to me. I had never actually seen a woman masturbate in person. I had watched my share of porn but knew that 99.9% of the crap posted to porn sites was made for men to watch and had nothing to do. 'No need to answer Dad, you face has done it for you, ' she said pealing with laughter. 'Who is she? Wait let me guess. It's Michelle Grayson's aunt, isn't it?''No Kate it isn't. It's someone you haven't met and seriously it was nothing that was planned.'I went on to explain yesterdays events, omitting certain obvious details.'When do I get to meet her then?''This afternoon if you want.''I want.'The rest of the short trip back and the next hour were full of questions about Lucy. Where did we. She shook her head and turned heading down the short corridor past the stairs to the sitting room. The green silk skirt of the dress flared off her hips, he noticed she had removed her knickers. ‘What do you want to know?’ he asked, realising he’d have to offer some kind of explanation for his capitalist acquisition. She sat across the room from him, preferring the floor, leaning back against the sofa. ‘Everything. Why are you a capitalist property owner and espousing socialism?’ ‘The house. Their daughter had become a nun.? My father, though he never told me so directly, wasdisappointed with my choice. My mother on the other hand, a devout,strong-willed woman who had successfully raised five God-fearing sons, wasproud of my decision. She felt, as I did, that my chosen vocation would allowme to help make the world a better place. As I look back on that day I regretthat I never told her that she had been my inspiration. Growing up I hadwatched her persuasive, caring hands guide my.