"So when's your next match?" She asked."This Friday at seven, but..." He paused."But what, sweetie?" She asked."I'm think I'm gonna quit the team." He...said.Michelle reached out and took his hand, setting it on her lap. "No, you're not gonna quit the team." She said reassuringly."But, mom, I'm no good. I haven't won a single match this year. I used to want nothing more than to be state champ. Now I'd be happy if I could just win once." He said, hanging his head. "Sweetie, look at me." She. She stepped voluntarily. Their naked bodies met and she removed his briefs. His penis was hard now. She wanted to feel his hardened attribute up against her soft luscious skin. He wanted to feel her succulent skin as well. Their hands and arms groped one another. There mouths and lips came together. A frenzied wave began running through their bodies and filaments. Squeezing heavier against the other, Chet grabbed her up into his arms, carried her to the bed, and laid her lightly on it. She. He had married into the aristocracy, in fact, he had married the youngest daughter of the Duke who owned the estate upon which he had grown up. He and Eleanor were very well matched. Despite the disparity of their births, they were both intelligent, and, both had ideas on sexual activity and matching sex drives that would have been considered quite scandalous at that time.They had agreed early on that they would have an open relationship. Well obviously living in the times they did, it would be. .. Interesting... Dreams, though she was careful to not describe them too thoroughly to her mother or to the Reverend Titearse since the memorable switchings she had gotten for simply beginning to tell them the much less clear dreams she had had about the Squire's son."So, Mistress Diana," the witch was asking her, in a tone that seemed to cause a twitch in her insides at the same time that it somehow made an irony of her name. "Your mother says you've been having dreams from me?" Ummm... no,.