I wasn’t tired. I’d only just got up an hour ago, but I needed to escape, and aunt May knew it. I was embarrassed, but grateful for the excuse to ...o to my room. In the safety of my bedroom, I dropped my pants, leaned back against the chest of draws, and began masturbating as I stared at aunt May posing on my phone. “Can I give you a hand with that?” I nearly had a heart attack! I was so engrossed in my pictures of aunt May, I hadn’t noticed her stick her head around my bedroom door. I. After all, there’s no guarantee that your brother’s union with Daenerys Stormborn will bear fruit any more than her marriage to that Meereenese nobleman did, or her rumored affair with a mercenary called Daario Naharis, who she notably left behind in Essos. An insurance of sorts against the possible barrenness of the Dragon Queen is a sensible policy, wouldn’t you agree?” Littlefinger recovered as quickly and deftly as he could.“I will certainly think about the matter, as I already have, of. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down next to him and we rolled around laughing under the tree as he tried to grab my bum and tickle me. After much hysterical laughter, he somehow managed to sit on top of me, spreading my legs open. I gasped at what he was doing, because we were in such a public place. "Get off!" I hissed, "people are staring!" He chuckled lightly. "Let them look." With that, he pushed the hair tenderly out of my face and leaned in to kiss me. Our lips met and my heart began to. ''Straight to those buns, ' I muttered.'Actually, no. He skipped over that and did my legs first. He's got such nice, gentle hands. I was getting so relaxed while he rubbed the lotion on me that I was almost asleep. And then – I thought this was really sweet – he actually asked if he should put lotion on my bottom. That's what he said. 'Do you want me to put lotion on your bottom?' I almost giggled. I hadn't heard anybody refer to it as my 'bottom' since I was about eight. But anyway, I just.