I had told him, when I let him know I was coming to meet him, that I would be his personal fuck slave for the weekend and possibly longer! With this i... mind, I was ready for anything he might want. Instead of immediately jumping my bones, he was the perfect Southern gentleman and offered me a glass of wine. He already knew that was my drink of choice from our previous Kik conversations. We sat next to each other on his couch and made small talk about my trip and other such trivial things. I. ”Twins. This might be interesting, Gérard thought.“Our families have grown close,” Joseph continued. “My mother and the other vicar’s wife are especially close friends, along with their husbands.” He paused. “Sometimes I wonder—”“Come on, Joseph,” interjected Will again. “What about the daughters?”Gérard figured the rest were too young and inexperienced to take note of the “close friendship” of the two women. In his experience, such friendships often carried multiple levels of affection.. “Want a cup of coffee, a soft drink?”“Coffee would be nice,” she said. “I mean if it’s already made. I don’t want to be a bother.”“No bother, I said. I was playing this little tableau by ear. She and I had not had a civil, or at best, a barely civil word to say to each other in quite a while. But this, now...Jenna disappeared down the hall. Putting away her stuff, I supposed. I headed into the kitchen. I did have to make a new pot of coffee. I started it perking and went back in to her.“How. And just a soupçon of fine dark hairs reaching back from the exquisite triangle on her mons veneris, feeling their way back, along the soft valley between the delicate folds.The headmaster realized that he was on the verge of paralysis.Familiar as he was with such sights and practiced as he was in permitting himself to look without revealing any of the considerable desire they aroused, for a moment he thought he might lose control.He was possessed, to a degree he had never experienced before.