“ How do you do, I’m Del Hants, Mrs Passendale I believe?”I studied her as she replied advising I call her Monica. “No place for such formalit... when one’s a much valued helper,” she slurred, ever so slightly, in a cultured well rounded tone and accent. “I’m ever so grateful Del, can I call you Del?” her voice tinkled. “Apparently Bob would have done this, but you’re here.”Monica with a blue rinse, combed straight and curled in at her shoulders, was tall, powerfully built and upper class, if. If worse comes to worse, I guess you'll have to find yourself another wet-pussied woman to play with! I'm getting up to fix breakfast. You get up and go check on Bethany. Wake her up soon and tell her to come and eat."Across the hall, Bethany was giggling into her pillow. Poor old Pappy sure was trying his best to get himself some pussy but her Grammy just wasn't helping him out at all. This teen girl felt a little sorry for the unfortunate, horny old fella.Speaking of horny, Bethany reached. Helen hadn’t been to one of Wyn’s parties before and didn’t realize on what would happen for the rest of the night, Helen was a little on the posh side and always commented on Wyn making remarks to Wendy and me doing nothing about , little it she know that that night she would get more than remarks and Ian had hoped that she would join in the fun, so as Bev stripped off and got into the hot tub and me bringing bottles of wine to place around the tub she looked a little uncomfortable of the. "Guess so," Misty agreed pointing at her goldeen first, "Okay girls, firstly, Goldeen. Your new name is Marina. Starmie? I'm calling you Umberlee. Unless either of you object..."The goldeen gave a nonchalant reply, flipping backwards and disappearing under the water, not seeming to mind the change. The starmie, however, gave a more meaningful reply.Misty felt a gentle brush against her mind, and a moment later felt a deep sense of approval emanating form the Umberlee. "Wow..." the girl.