She is a master at giving chaps the occasional “accidental” glimpse of her boobs and/or upper thighs. She does it so nonchalantly that no-one susp...cts she was doing it on purpose. Tonight was no exception and she flashed a boob at poor old Henry. She told me later that he spilt all his whisky down his waistcoat! When it started getting a bit chilly we moved indoors. Then at about 9.30 Henrietta decided it was time for her and Henry to leave. It was a shame Henry was going because he was making. It made her look like a wanton, horny pixie he thought. Her smile was simply stunning, again just like her sister’s. His cock was starting to throb with pleasure as Leila resumed stroking him.“And, anyways” she added, “Fallon said it was perfectly ok to ask you if you would fuck me. Call it a birthday present!” She let that sink in; any resistance that Jem had remaining pretty much gave way at that point. “OK honey,” he thought for a few moments before saying “if you are really sure you want. "He did?" Rowwell," Not Tom said."What is your name, my pretty?" Wendy said.Pyewacket, Not Tom said, And don't you forget it."Oh ... the Pyewacket from the movie Bell Book and Candle?" Wendy asked.Not, said Not Tom, And you better stop using THAT name. I don't like it.She gave me a look ... Good Lord ... Cats can do it too.She turned to Wendy, That Pyewacket ... the one in the movie wasn't even close ... but he was the best the writers could do. Hollywood was just getting an imagination.Then. I pulled the keys to my DB12 from my coat pocket and headed out to The Foundation.-----Chapter 2Calling my "workspace" The Foundation started half-heartedly enough ... a faint nod to an entity in one of my favorite literary series,Asimov's "Foundation Trilogy." But as the work became more and more imminent, The Foundation became a more and more realistic descriptor; after all it would be here that the basis of all my efforts, all my work to change my fantasty into reality, to change Eleanor.