I dont know how long we sat like that, but I was so incredibly wet, I needed to get on with it. With stumbling hands I turned on the light, I needed ...o see his face, see his reaction- I got off on other peoples pleasure, and he seemed to understand that. He took the liberty of pushing my skirt up, forcing it over my hips and resting it near my belly button. I had never felt more sexy as I did at that moment, clearly soaked through my surprisingly girlish underwear, medium sized breasts. Nor Christmas Day, or the day after that, or the day after that, or the day after that.She did manage to get dressed on Sunday, but only because both she and John didn't feel that it was right to eat their Christmas dinner in bathrobes. It wasn't turkey, but John managed to find a couple of steaks in the freezer.It was quite the nicest Christmas she could remember; certainly the best she'd had in many years.It was Thursday before she made it back to her apartment on Point Drive, and she only. "Jon waved his hand about airily, "It's just that your daughter is a comely young girl. Surely you worry that the village boys might take advantage."Understanding dawned on the old man's face. I hide my face behind my tea cup, and braced myself for an indignant explosion.To my great surprise, rich laughter filled the room. "If only I could be so lucky good sir. She is a girl of seventeen years. She needs to attract the attention of a man. Truth be told, that is why I no longer accompany her. Trouble, Edraele? John asked, sounding concerned as he felt her worry over their connection.Truthfully, the older matriarchs are growing more belligerent, She admitted with a sigh. Without the control element of your connection to keep them compliant, they are highly-likely to revert to their original natures the longer you are away. There is a limit to how much authority I can exert over them without having to take ... drastic measures.I’m sorry I left you in that position, John said with.