De Villefort held a high position in the magistracy, and maintained his eminence like a Harlay or a Mole. His drawing-room, under the regenerating inf...uence of a young wife and a daughter by his first marriage, scarcely eighteen, was still one of the well-regulated Paris salons where the worship of traditional customs and the observance of rigid etiquette were carefully maintained. A freezing politeness, a strict fidelity to government principles, a profound contempt for theories and theorists,. Mom was still fast asleep. I wiped my face of sweat and lay down again beside her. Her movement had changed her position to my advantage.Now she lay more on her back than her side, one slim knee up in the air and the upper part of her chest exposed well below the collar bone. Shit! A few more inches and I could see her tits. I was getting so excited now that I was becoming bolder by the second. Impetuously I jerked the covers off her entire body. Mom didn't move. I waited a few seconds to see. He parked up, turning his lights off and I was already on him, breathing in his aftershave the one that makes me go crazy – and kissing his mouth, my fingers running through his hair as he held onto my lips with his. But this was not about foreplay. I knew what I wanted and I could see from the glint in his eyes that he wanted it too. He positioned my chair as far back as it would go, pushing me backwards, and then turned the handle until the chair eased backwards, moving me horizontal. My. Sounds good.” Twenty-five minutes later, I hesitantly entered the living room. It was a gorgeous house full of high wooden beams, luxuriantly soft carpet, and a pervading elegance that must have cost a fortune to create. I was almost as overwhelmed by the house as I was by the hostess. I was already feeling nervous about seeing her, and I hadn’t been there thirty minutes. I could tell this was going to be a dangerous week, especially because I knew she was gay. Usually my crushes were obviously.