.." You're far from old, Mom." Wesley laughed as he moved over and lifted himself atop the bed beside Beverly. "In fact I know a lot of women who wish...d they looked as good as you."Beverly laughed, starting to lose herself in the fantasy."I thought Deanna Troi was your ideal, Wes. I know you've spent enough time dreaming about her." Deanna's fine, Mom, but she can't compare with you." You can't tell me that if you had the chance, you'd pick me over Deanna?" Beverly asked, feeling a warm tingle. She fell to her knees waiting for his load. It was warm, her body soaked. She moaned...And woke up in the hottub. The tub was still heating, small spittles spraying into her face every now and then. Steph slid away from the side of the tub to the center, blowing out a puff of air in frustration. Ava and Cheney had gone out shopping. Steph was suppose to join them in an hour or so for lunch but decided to dip in the tub for a bit first. It was almost time to get out but she was so damn horny now. In my fevered jack-off dreams, I saw her and I together, doing things that I still had no names for, things I only knew would feel perfect if I were to do them with her.Looking back now, I know that Hope was aware of my feelings, painful and immature though they were. She always treated me well, and I like to think that she thought me the son she never had. I mean, I know she had a son, but...you know what I mean.Jeff was her son, and my best friend. We met in the first grade, and it was. Her father, Lord Sussex, had married a Greek princess and the girl had an exotic cast from the marriage of Greek and Saxon."Lady Warren, while your idea has merit, her father jealousy guards her as if she were the Suez Canal and he the commanding general," I said."Ah, true. But no father guards his daughter against others of the fair sex. Why Lady Sussex even now comes to my house for tea several times a week. We converse on the most surprising subjects. One would never think that a lady of.