I think he will speak harshly to and about you. Possibly denigrate you and your entire Race. He will goad you, trying to motivate you to rescind your ...cceptance. Anything to avoid bestowing his Race’s ancient gifts upon you.”“You’re warning me not to let him.” S/he understood.The tree clarified its instruction. “I am warning you to remain silent, unless I say you may answer, or I ask you myself. Can you do this?”“I swore to obey.” S/he reminded him (and herself). “I will do this, yes.”“Very. Now coming back to this story and as usual all the names will be fake. But the email id is correct where you will be able to communicate with me. Now lets get back into the story and I will start from where I left the story last time.After a few minutes, we both freshened up and relaxing on the bed after having dinner. I was on back and she was partially on top of me, I had my hands on her back and one of her hand was on my chest. And after sometime she was moving her hands down, I understood. About the weather. About whose son went into remission. About the school’s lunch. The mundanity of life and stuff, really.Until Lizzie asked an unexpected question. “Daddy…did you enjoy fucking me?”Howard was so shocked by his daughter’s question that the stewed beef he was chewing fell out of his mouth. Howard looked worriedly at his wife who was already putting down her fork. “Does it matter?” Howard asked. His eyes never left his wife’s expression. “Yes.” After a pregnant pause, his wife. I exlpore my way downward, downward, till my fingers are dancing in the crease where his thigh meets his torso. I tease him, moving my fingers all over him without actually touching the skin of his balls or his cock. I hear his breathing quicken, sense his need, and finally, I reach down and caress the soft, silky skin of his balls. My body reacts instantaneously, and I feel a bit of moisture in my panties as I squeeze his balls gently. First one, then the other. Then I move my hand upward,.