You always suspectedshe was more than "just friends" with Tim, that their frequent luncheswere at least a titillating flirtation, at worst something y...u didn't wantto think about. How many arguments did the two of you have about thoselunches, how bitterly did you accuse her and how vehemently anddisdainfully did she deny what you suspected? Now you find that the worst of your suspicions were true, that you wereright all along. If this were another lifetime, if you were a differentperson, there. Not when she is so impressionable anyway. She told me things that made me all tingly and squishy between my legs. Sometimes when momma had a few too many drinks, she would tell me about...well, how big you are and some of the things you two did in bed. I don't think she had any idea she fueled my own fantasies about you. Sometimes after talking with Momma, I would slip into my bed and lay there naked, with my hand between my legs, thinking about what it must be like to have you. I would rub. Knowing his thoughts, the woman smiled mockingly. She then squinted her slightly tilted eyes and, for Arthur, it was as if a veil had been drawn from the sun. The power emanating from her was of such magnitude that he staggered backwards, falling to his knees with a cry of awe and anguish. She watched him cower for a moment before, with another narrowing of her eyes, the void returned.She looked at him impatiently, "I believe I asked you a question, child."Arthur fumbled to recall the question,. In what had become a mantra, he said, “That was one sick man.”“You can say that again,” said Lilly through the closed door.After flipping the mechanism, Malcolm removed the bar and opened the door using his stick. Lilly stood in the center of room looking expectantly towards the door. She was a tall woman with long black hair that cascaded down below her ass. She had lush full lips and deep brown eyes. She was shapely with full breasts that strained the top of her gown.Awed by the sight,.