"You're near his hometown there — Stratford-on-Avon. Maybe you can see one of his plays while you're visiting. Say, The Taming of the Nude or Much A...o About Wearing Nothing."Stalactites of sarcasm dangled from her voice. "Not exactly the same versions I recall from High School English." You had boring teachers."As she sputtered in indignation, my nieces came over to chat with their mother. Their excited chatter managed to defuse the situation.Finally, their trip touched down in North America.. I laughed but deep down I was very angry, this woman seemed evil, what did she want?, why was she doing this?, so many unanswered questions and I was powerless.She placed the book back on the shelf and sat back down, “I would hate this to get in the wrong hands eh Frank” she said softly with that wry smile on her face again.She was totally in control, something I didn’t like, I could just make out her nipples stiffening under her sleep shirt.“Aww, you look hot Frank” she said as she approached. She was obviously still high on the drink, and her dressing gown was rather more open than it should have been. Mike couldn't take his eyes off her curves and her legs, which were uncovered high up on her thighs. We chatted about this and that, and I could see Mike edging slowly towards her. She said something funny and he laughed and put his arm round her shoulder. She leaned towards him. Up to then, that was fine, but then he said something to her about her being the sexiest woman he'd ever. I rubbed and massaged he spots that I had read about, enjoying the slender, sexy curves of her foot. I lost myself in my efforts, before I realized what I was doing.I’m not sure how much time passed before I heard, ‘Mmmmmmm,” as Jill moaned softly breaking my trance-like focus on the message I was administering. Jill looked up at the same time I glanced up from my attention to her soft smooth foot. Her eyes met mine.She started to speak, softly clearing her throat, “You are very young to know.