. well not surprised that you're doing a good job just th..."I held up a hand. "I know what you meant. I think." I offered him a type of truce with th...t. " ... and so am I."Billy nodded and shut up.I stood. "I need to run upstairs and make sure the windows are all shut! I forgot!" I'll help!" With that we both ran upstairs and in and out of rooms. Most workers knew to close the windows but there were always one or two opened. Of course the storm arrived then.We returned down stairs and Billy. Mrs. Norton, although seated, was tall indeed. Fully a head or more taller than I, I reckoned. Her face was very long, and her countenance most serious. There was something rather regal about her. Clearly she was a kind of queen here among the servants in the house. Certainly, she was not a person to stand for any nonsense from her staff.The most outstanding things were her eyes. Once, I think, they had been as green as the spring grass in the meadow. Now faded into a duller, more Autumnal. He came over to me and put his hand on my semi erect cock, rubbing me he said "Come over here", as we walked to the sofa. He sat down and continued to rub me. It felt so good.He unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them down, took them off my ankles and stroked me through my boxers, I was rock hard! After only a minute of him doing this he slowly pulled my boxers down, taking them off my ankles he said "How old are you", "51" I answered, "You" 26 he replied.With that he was. .” I turned in shock to face Wishes’ mother. “You know?” I gasped.She chuckled softly and looked out over the moor as well.“About a quarter of a mile that way.” she pointed slightly to the left of the view. “Is a sacred spot to the Goddess. If someone makes a wish from the depths of their heart there at certain times of the year the Goddess may see fit to grant them. Last winter she granted your wish.”“I guess someone did,” I murmured not quite sure if I believed in a mythical Goddess, but then.