I mean, I may fool around a little ..." Yeah, sure, a lot I'd bet, from what I've heard, but I kept paying attention. "But I really do want her to b... happy."He looked at me hard again. "And I certainly don't want her going around in sexy underwear fucking everybody she knows!"He glanced back down the hallway to ensure we were alone, and then said even more quietly, "Look, I don't know if you were fucking her back there before I came in or not. And to be frank, I don't really care, okay? I. She said nothing as she got out the mugs and poured their coffee. She handed him his and pulled him through to the sitting room. They both put their mugs carefully down on the table in front of the sofa before sitting down. Lottë snuggled up against him for a short while and then leant forward to pick up her mug. Robin did the same. They both took a sip. Lottë put her mug down again."Um, Uncle Robin, um, when you kissed me like that, you know ... with your tongue, I felt all tingly." Good." Um. After five years on the project I needed a break so when the company offered a severance package, I jumped at the chance. The first thing that sprung to mind was a trip across Canada on the Rocky Mountaineer – one of the great rail journeys of the world. It was here that I first saw you, walking through the terminal. It was kinda hard not to notice you, your beautiful soft brown hair cascading down over your shoulders, a beautiful tea rose pink pashmina wrap over a classic white shirt, jeans. She began to laugh again, and said, "You're good, but way off." With that, she unbuttoned her dress to reveal a shiny beige bra with satin straps, and a pair of beige pettipants with lace around the thighs like the black ones. She pulled up one leg to show me she was wearing stockings with dark tops, and a garter belt. "See?", she laughed. "You guessed wrong." She stepped out of the dress, and knelt in front of me, unzipping my shorts. My erection popped straight out in her face, and she took.