Jackie and I both shook our heads. "It's up to you two. If you want to sleep in the same bed, it's okay with us. I would rather have you do it with ou... knowledge than sneak around—not that you two make it a secret." We have to go," Jackie said. "Thanks for letting us stay in the same room." It's an option, an option both of you have to agree on. It carries some responsibility with it. If you two decide to share a room, we shouldn't broadcast it to everyone you know," Mom said.Jackie and I. Let’s get into the real incident. My uncle had to go out of station for a few days. He asked me to stay back as I had taken a few days off from work. The kids also wanted to go with their Dad. Aunt refused to send them along but the kids and their Dad were not willing to give up.So the next day, uncle and the kids left. It was only aunty and me in their place for the next few days. After finishing up dinner, we were talking in aunt’s bedroom. Aunt asked me if I wanted to sleep in their bedroom.. " "Dreaming? Is it a good dream sweetling?" He asked while making his way to her breasts. "So far...so...ooohhh!" She gasped and all train of thought was lost as he suckled one breast - making the nipple ridged and tight. He then paid homage to the other. Her hips having a mind of their own arched up towards him. Trailing kisses back up to her neck he softly bit then suckled ever so slightly the minute hurt he caused. He knew that was one of her tender spots that drove her completely insane.. Madame Fouquet had regained the château many years before. It had been seized by the King after Colbert had convinced him that Nicolas Fouquet, Louis XIV’s superintendent of finances, had funded its construction through theft from the public purse. The more likely real explanation: it was seized due to a fit of Kingly envy.The King, though, still looked upon the Fouquets with a jaundiced eye. The arrogance of naming their estate ‘Worthy of the Viscount’ was an unnecessary slap at the King’s.