I went to read but there was not one half decent book among hundreds in the Library. There was no hot water for a bath, no oil lamps merely candles, a...d I dreaded my bed time as I was sure I would share my nocture with rats or worse.And indeed it was worse. The Housekeeper had severely misjudged me.“Have my bed warmed,” I instructed a half hour before retiring. Miss Williams the Housekeeper agreed.Normally and half sensible person would place glowing coals in the bed pan and warm the bed. Here's the story.I was 15 when she and her husband moved across the street from us. I was instantly intrigued as she was a small older woman. She was about 5' 1" tall and probably weighed about 95 #s. I have always been turned on by small older women and this was no differnt. Her and her husband were both 38 when they moved in and he was a big guy that worked some kind of construction. Thayer moved into the old house which was directly across the street from my bedroom and I could see directly. His arm was still draped around me."What does she know?" She knows that we ran into each other and spent three days holed up fucking like rabbits," I giggled."You didn't tell her that, did you?" The look on his face was priceless."Of course not, silly," I snickered. "She read between the lines. Mothers have an intuition, you know."We hadn't left his house. The morning stretched into the afternoon. In fact, we only left his bed to shower and make a quick brunch. Then we retreated under the. She was feeling a little uneasy. We both got up from the bed in the same hugging position and stood on the floor. Her breathing got heavier. Because of my tent, my towel was getting loosened from my waist. I did not try to tighten it at all. I wanted it to fall off so that my sis can have a better look at my dick. She sensed that my towel was falling off and she was trying to stick her body to me to make sure that it stays. By doing so, she activated my lust in a big way. My dick got harder and.