The fire told me that it was the night of August 31st, 1888. I extracted my big gold pocket watch; wrist watches being a thing of the future. The time...was unreadable because the area was pitch black. So, I pulled a little solar powered halogen flashlight out of my pocket.In an era lit by gas and candles, I knew in advance that lighting would be a problem. So, besides the Asp, which could be anything to a Victorian, the flashlight was my one concession to the 21st Century. The time read, 1:45. It was then the I felt pressure push down on the side of the bed as he started to get in. He just a couple of centimetres away from me now.He placed his hand on my waste. I could feel the warmth and musk of his body as he began to spoon himself around me. I had to be careful and make sure he didn't go near my hair or my cock to avoid discovery. His other hand joined in and grabbed the other side of my waste. He slowly caressed his arms around to my naked stomach, it felt amazing for him to. If he didn't know better he would think that Rabea was playing matchmaker ... and trying to set up something between himself and his sister. He knew that was absurd. "Yes, she's terrific," he said finally, taking another sip of wine, and noting his sister's flush deepening. He changed the subject. "I hope we're not taking advantage of your hospitality." Not at all--being around younger people keeps me young!"After dinner, Rabea asked John if he couldn't cut a little more firewood. She. Josh loved it, but he couldn’t remember hearing his own name quite so often before. Josh suggested that they change positions, and she gladly complied. They began on their sides, but it wasn’t long before she rolled them onto her back. ‘Before you ask me where that came from, I had some dreams the other night.’ He stopped to listen to her, moving very slowly a little at a time, so that he could listen to what she was saying, and also just to hear it when she groaned a little. He loved to run.