When I got back to our room, Greta was in bed, and I happily stripped off and joined her.The two days it took for us to get to Horn City was a joy.Rob...n had won the toss on who was going to accompany Cavil. We also had six of his daughters who were under twenty-five and herders. They were perfectly happy not being Cavil’s spouses anymore but equally happy being just his daughters.I noticed the decided change in their attitudes to Cavil. I got the impression that as a dad they all loved him. On the third night most of the other couples had gone to bed but David, Ann and I stayed chatting and drinking. Ann was wearing a skirt, nylons and open-toed high heels and sat opposite me as we chatted. I couldn't take my eyes off her feet. She had bright red painted toe nails which looked so sexy beneath the barely black nylon. I imagined kissing her feet, sucking her nylon clad toes, slowly kissing my way up her gorgeous legs. I felt my cock stiffen. As we chatted she'd cross and uncross. And for my son, he needs a woman like yourself. So use that temper to keep him in line. It took me years to tame my husband. He wasn't brought up around women with his mother dying from his birth.He wasn't used to a woman to turn him into a gentleman." Gentleman?" Alexis laughed. In her view, Billingsly was anything but what Ann described. He was still a loud boisterous man and she was determined that Mark was not going to end up that way. "I love my father-in-law but he isn't my idea of a. “Ok, now let me see your finger.” She closed her eyes as if she had just averted an accident and brought her hand up. She raised her glistening finger for me to see, pointing it up at the ceiling. I took her hand and sucked the sweet syrup off of her finger, plunging it into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it to clean it entirely. She sighed quietly and shuddered a bit in her seat before I returned her hand. I looked away briefly and noticed our hostess staring at us before she darted.