You won't be needing underwear tonight.” I said with a shameless voice. “Ok, if that is what you want. Can I use a different name? I don't want an...body there to know my real name.” aske Eva with a meek voice. “That’s a great idea. What name would you like to use?” I asked. “Well, I’ve been told I resemble Valentina Nappi, you know, she’s a porn star from Italy.” Eva said as she removed her drenched white thong and slipped on her minuscule shorts. “Wow, now that you mention it, you do look like. I walked out of the room and decided to look for mother. I wondered what our relationship would be like from now on. Had last night been a one-off thing, a birthday present like she’d said, or would we be playing these kind of games together more often from now on? The mere thought of that was enough to make my dick hard. I decided not to be bothered by that and walked down the stairs. Mother had behaved in such a shameless manner last night, that she probably wouldn’t mind me walking naked. What he was doing in Paris at that time isn't clear, but in fact his main claim to fame and promotion came through diplomatic work rather than wielding a sword and charging at things so I suspect that that had something to do with it. Her brothers were killed in the Franco Prussian war and she was left as the sole beneficiary. So that sorts out the French estate. How the General made his money isn't clear, but he was in the Middle East and India during the second half of the century so it must. It's funny; women don't suspect other women of feeling them up as they do with men. I got away with a lot with Sandi, even leaning over her to advise her on something and pressing my tits in to her back and rubbing them.One day in the toilets, I complimented her, when I saw the bright purple of a new bra strap. She didn't hesitate; she just pulled up her T-shirt and showed me. I stared appreciatively at her bra covered, coffee coloured tits. It was a very nice view. Another time, I said how.