Now……I’m an old coot! I mean…..when my dad turned 50…he really did look old. I look in a mirror now….I don’t look old…..at least I don...��t think I do!Turning 50 has also made me take a bit of stock in my life…..look back at all the things I’ve accomplished……or haven’t acccomplished! I’ve had a pile of different jobs, went through two wives, have two k**s, got a bit of money saved up for retirement. I’m not rich by any means, but I live comfortably. I’ve never invented a cure for cancer and my. It seems that everyone living beneath the roof of this chateau is unhappy with their life in one way or another. I wonder ... was this place always this way? When I first came here with my Papa, did the shadow of despair hang over this place? I do not remember it being here, so when did it first appear? Oh, yes! Of course, how foolish of me, this place never recovered from the losses the Comte suffered! The chateau became a morose place after his first wife, Giselle and his eldest son, Anton. It got where, since his Mom and Dad knew what was going on, I would go over there, and he would ALWAYS be naked, and waiting on the stairs for me. We would go into his room, he was always careful to lock the door, and he would strip my clothes off, and eat me until I couldn't stand it, any more. Then he would start fucking me. I never realized a boy could hold his cum that long. He NEVER came any quicker than 30 minutes. He would make me beg him to cum in my pussy. Then, when he did, it seemed. She really had been hinting at things for a long time now. I was just too stuck on tradition to let myself go in that direction. She had placed her hand on my cheek and was caressing it gently. She then took my hand in hers and placed it on her right breast. “I can feel your cock beneath me. We both know that I’ve made you hard. I want you to touch me everywhere. Feel my body. Feel how horny I am for you.” She whispered this last little bit as she took my hand from her breast and brought it.