Jennifer’s mother waltzed straight inside, without invitation. Despite this rudeness, I immediately perceived her aura of subtle sexiness. She was p...tite, slim and though perhaps into her sixties, a very attractive lady.She turned to me, “You must be Jennifer’s little helper?”“Err, yes, well, I, err, I do some jobs around the house,” I spluttered, “Madam,” and bowed (I remembered!).“Well, don’t just stand there, take my coat!” She turned her back to me as she unhooked her light,. Edward's erection is building up his leg, and I can feel his hardness through his pants. I start to unzip his pants, and he pushes my hand away and says, “Not yet." The waiter returns to take our order. Edward's hand never leaves my thigh. We tell the waiter what we would like for dinner. As the waiter leaves, Edward tells me to go to the ladies room, take off my now soaked panties, and hand them to him back at the table. I do it without question. As I come back to the table, Edward opens my. They're old."She found the sneakers, flipped them in my direction and headed for the door. I held the flashlight for her. She thanked me.Nice girl.We waited out the emergency, chatted awhile about our jobs and long-term objectives should we get lucky enough to win the lottery É and decided to become better neighbors.It's important to remember that when neighbors vow to become better neighbors, they usually have their fingers crossed behind their backs. Better safe than stupid.But it worked. I. "Why didn't you come to the King right away?" Good question, I have only been in the city for a couple of days. I have no friends in town, and the one person that I was told to see was not to be found," I supplied. "As an unknown Lord, what would be my chances to see the king anytime soon?" Not good," he replied."I have also relayed this message to Duchess Polyantha this afternoon, and she did not seem in the least interested. She was more focused on getting me into her bed than anything else.".