‘Ashton Manor. Welcome to my house.’ ‘Your house? Are you rich or something?’ she wondered suspiciously. ‘No, but my grandfather was. I inhe...ited his house when he died, and I promised to populate it with lots of children,’ he smiled teasingly. ‘And have you?’ ‘Not yet. I have to find the right woman first, don’t I?’ ‘Not necessarily. You can adopt or just marry someone. I’m sure there are plenty of women that will have this house,’ she joked as he led her into the house. ‘You bet,’ his. She was a face licker from the time she was just a puppy. She made me so happy to know that she missed me, even when I just went outside to take out the trash. She made me feel that I didn’t live alone. ‘It’s okay. I’m back. I just went to take out the trash,’ I’d say talking to my dog, as if she was a toddler. Surprisingly, she understood more than I thought she could. I miss the way she looked at me. It’s funny how most animals avoid making eye contact, but dogs and cats don’t. Cats just. It’s also how you look at me.”“He would have tried, but Toby wouldn’t let him. And how do I look at you?”“You look at me like men look at me, with wanting and lust,” Seline replied.I looked around the room, “So it seems like you and I are the only ones without dates.”“Not true, darling… you are my date.”“Oh, I…” Seline pulled me in and kissed me deeply. She pushed her tongue in my mouth, and our tongues met and danced around our mouths. It was my first real kiss, and Seline had to hold me tight. As the room opened out, there she was, there was Emma. Nothing had prepared him for this. She looked exquisite, but most of all, Emma looked accessible and ready. Emma was on all fours, knees almost slipping off the edge of the bed. Her suspenders taught against her skin, and clipped to her sheer black stockings that glimmered due to the rim lighting from the far side table lamp. Her heels were still on and her breasts... Her creamy breasts hung from her body, nipples almost touching the bed.