Her hand reached forward to touch me, but I stepped aside and opened the door inviting her inside. “Welcome to Grandma’s house young Minx. Grandma... apologises she was unable to greet you in person. But I am here to make you feel at home.” She waded in, her aroma such a turn on as she passed me and sat on the edge of Grandma’s bed. I closed the door and moved towards her. I could see the white of her panties beneath her skirt, the floral lace of her bra busting out of her loosely buttoned top,. He had his greatest fantasies fulfilled and more, and here, lying in his arms was the Goddess of a woman who had made it all come true. She looked so peaceful and beautiful as her head rested against his shoulder and the wonderful weight of her large breasts pressing into his side. She looks so innocent, like an untouched angel. Now that is a funny thought considering last night, he mused. Jeremy lightly slid his hand down from her arm, where it had held her tight all night long, and he slowly. . Please refrain from calling me Mrs. Dryden. We are family now, and I hope you feel comfortable calling me mother. If not, Polly will do fine. Hamilton hopes you will call him Dad. I do too." She flicked her napkin just so, and it landed perfectly across her lap. Polly Dryden had lots of class, and plenty of steel in her.We were going to get along. I could tell."Ok ... Mother..." I giggled just a hair when I said it het first time. Polly smiled at me like I had given her the world's best. Our adherents should walk around publicly in nothing but shoes, boots, that kind of thing ... and rainbow body paint and armbands. I think that I should set the example, as should my Sages, Companions, etc. As to opposing parties, sure, why not? I’ll be a dictator, but I’ll be a dictator who’ll know where my opposition is at all times, because they’ll dare to show their faces. I’ll know whom I can trust, lance the boil and draw out the pus, the poison, if you will,” I stipulated, right as I.