Having married a Frenchman and raised several c***dren in France, Doris's younger sister had long since fully acclimated to her adopted country across...the Channel. Grace was a fluent Parisienne now, and France was her home. Like her older sister, she exuded an understated sophistication in style, manners, and carriage. Having not seen them in almost five years, Doris almost felt like she was meeting Grace's c***dren for the first time -- such was the degree to which they had grown up and. He steps deeper into the shadow and light chasing each other around the room as the candles, on the shelf near the bedroom door and on each side of the bed flicker and sparkle. One of the large candles next to the bed brightens bathing her naked body in its soft glow. Gray streaks shine against the blush of her long auburn hair falling across her shoulder down to where her breasts begin. Breasts lengthened by babies and gravity fall past rolls of ample abdomen, their nipples hard but slightly. I couldn't tell if she was mad, scared, relieved, or what."Porn?" I said. "Weird." Yeah, that's what I thought. At first I was shocked, but then I was glad it wasn't drugs or booze. But then I was alarmed. There's so much of it? I've heard of teen girls being curious about sex, but that's going overboard. She's got stacks of it!"Now I could sense a little bit of a tremble in her voice."Are you okay?" I asked."Yeah," she said. "I'm just a little cold, and a little shaken up I guess. I hope you. Fred was away for the week and I had a key to open up and feed the cat but more to the point I had a chance to be in Ruby’s bedroom as much as I wanted, I had to go to work but the evenings were mine all I could think about all day was slipping some sexy undies on that night I had a hard on nearly all day I almost had a wank in the toilet at work, as I got to Fred’s door that evening I had butterflies in my stomach as I opened the door there was a note on the hall table telling me what to feed.