Even now she remembered her mom’s loving face as she told her that she had reached the age when she should seriously start keeping track of time. Wa... that really only four years ago? In this white room she wasn’t sure of anything anymore. Nothing made sense, nobody responded to her frantic pleas, so in the absence of anything else to do she did the only thing she could, she did just as her mother told her all those years ago, she kept track of time. Minutes went by in slow motion, each second. Little Teresa made big eyes when she saw him in his finery and he made a point to bend down and tell her he would be gone for the evening. The hug she gave him in response made him smile.When all captains had arrived on the quay, Hastings addressed them.“Gentlemen, there will be a royal reception for us this evening. His Majesty, King Victor-Emmanuel of Sardinia, will thank us for the service we rendered. May I first introduce you to Lord Somers, the British envoy at the Sardinian court?”The. We arrived with no problems.All my wives came running out hugging and kissing. They all started talking ninety miles and hour about what they had seen, and done."Come inside where we can talk to Momma, too," I said.We all walked in to the house. The girls had a great time telling each other and Momma what they had seen.I told them that I wanted them to take care of things here while I went to take care of the car, and buy a few things. "Momma can Lena borrow some of your clothes, I need her to. “Don’t do that again!” she cried at me from out her mental haze. “Come on. It will feel good,” I said, “You’re so fucking hot, you know.” She gave me the most generic lame response ever, simply, “I’m waiting until marriage to do stuff like that.” I continued “cuddling” up to her, rubbing at any piece I could get my hands on. I could feel my cock beginning to stir and fill in my jeans. It was the idea of her very innocence, the fact that she probably really was still a virgin, coupled.