“Yeah.” I sighed making her sit on the couch, slide to the edge of the couch and look up at me as she slid her hand up my legs. She then looked at...my bulge, hooked her fingers in the waistband on my hips, looked up at me with slanted eyebrows and lip between her teeth, and started to pull my shorts down. She stared with her mouth open and with slanted eyebrows as she pulled them down further and further. Once my dick came in to her view, she looked up at me with a sexy little grin and pure lust. I slowed down on the stairs, desperate to give myself time to calm down. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked back up at me. The gap in her top showed me the swell of her breasts and a beautiful line of deep, warm cleavage. Nope, I couldn’t calm down.She smiled and continued ahead of me. If she was trying to torture me, she was doing a good job.As we entered the living room, I saw how big the tree turned out to be. It was massive. No one had placed the topper on yet, but it looked. I worked at times in the Infirmary in Manchester and saw the deprivation suffered by the workers in the mills and factories. They are little better than slaves, housed in appalling conditions, and paid in company tokens which are redeemable only in the company's provision shops. They are worked to death, sometimes literally. Men, women, and children, some less than eight years old, work in those hell holes known as factories and mills for twelve hours at a time. The noise is deafening, the. While leaving she called me and said please don’t share these things to ur unlce also don’t say that I was sleeping in your room. I said ok and she gave me a smile and left. I also left to take bath.I was thinking that she wants to keep the relation to as undercover as possible and also didn’t want to openly do something with me. She was doing everything in other senses and didn’t wanted it in reality. I was more than ok as I can be normal with her in front of everyone and still share a.