”“Daddy doesn’t…” Amanda started but then stopped at a look from her mother.“You look very nice,” Cassie said with a note of finality, c...osing the subject.Faith still held my arm, and the crotch of my jeans was getting tight. I felt like a teenager again, getting spontaneous erections at inopportune times.“What’s all of this?” I asked, gesturing to their coolers.“Just some tea and some sweets that we baked,” Cassie said. “We used the last of the almonds. I haven’t found a tree around. ‘That rock he found, you mean?’ She laughed charmingly, drawing an indulgent smile from him. ‘It’s probably something he’s bought off of ebay from some person who polishes stones and sells them with the same fantastic story I used to tell him. People do that to make their product interesting.’ ‘Maybe that happens, but that’s not what happened in this case,’ Royce said as he closely monitored the young woman’s reaction, but she was good at putting up a charming front. ‘No, Mister Masterson,. ’ he told me. My cheeks began to grow warm, no doubt in my mind they would be turning a nice shade of red. ‘Oh.’ I was so embarrassed! Just when I tried to press my thighs back together, I felt his hand adjust, ‘But if you’re so eager….’ He left his sentence unfinished, and I felt his middle finger press down the length of my folds, and carefully work its way between them. ‘Lean your chair back a little, spread your legs again.’ I did as I was told and adjusted myself. With the position of his. Nobody would take her to be a married woman and a mother of 2 girls and our ancestral house was very old and my grandfather used to tell all sorts of stories when he was young and at night it used to be so creepy with the vegetations all around that I never used to step out of my house in the night. First reason being frightened of reptiles which were very rampant in our parts and the second being the stories heard from my grandfather and after the age of 18 whenever I visited my ancestral.