“Oh my god no!” my mother squirmed in her seat, trying to force herself into the corner of the booth.I took my hand from under the newspaper and m... finger hovered over the send button on the email on my phone.Mother gulped and then she sighed. I grinned, figuring that she was now resigned to her fate.“You fucking pervert!” she muttered.I raised my brows and wriggled my finger over my phone.“Ok. Jesus ok! Take your finger off the phone!” she gasped, a tear ran down her cheek.“Put your hand where. Sometimes I can't believe how much just looking into his eyes makes me wet.I'm not a huge fan of facial hair, but Master's is always perfectly groomed to where his beautiful, full lips peek through his mustache and goatee. They are always so soft and kissable.I begin to shampoo Master's hair as reaches up to grab my nipples to pinch them, twist them. I moan as I lean into him for another long kiss. Our tongues tangle and twist as I massage his scalp and run my fingers through his silver hair.. It wasn't uncommon in this day and age to find someone who was so.T'was the year of our Lord, 1695. I was currently taking up residence in the Massachusetts Bay Colony, who had just grown in size after the absorption of the Plymouth Colony, some four years prior. The New World was in a state of loss, left in shambles by a number of madmen who'd allowed their own prejudices and paranoia to destroy their sense of self-reason. They'd hung and burnt many in what had come to be known as the Salem. Stephanie explained in whispers and Josie stifled a laugh. Jennifer, Bethany, and I just rolled our eyes and suppressed our own chuckles.“You know Mom,” I whispered. “This could backfire!”She winked and took Josie by the hand, the two girls running excitedly into my dad’s office where he and my mom were.“You guys never told me I had a twin sister!” Stephanie squealed.Mom’s face went into a blank surprised stare. Dad did a quick look at both and broke out laughing as I followed Bethany and.