A gentleman (like the cook and soldiers it turned out) wouldn’t watch, I couldn’t help it. Then I saw the cook go down to the river and collect wa...ter. I calculated that with the stream as it was it was he was likely scooping some pee with that water.“Ah, Cook Brantley” he liked to have his position recognized“Yes lord?” I considered, how to phrase it and chickened out “never mind, I’ll just be looking around”I was officially under escort, but nobody thought I’d run away. I think even the. We haven’t had secrets, have we?’ ‘No, I’ve never hidden anything from you. I don’t know that I could. But some terrible little voice said, ‘Better not bring this up if you are not prepared to lose him.’ ‘ She climbed into my arms, saying ‘There. I didn’t mind the voice, and I have told you. You’re free to send me away.’ I stood up and walked us to the railing on her balcony, absorbing that. Her house was halfway up the first range of hills and had a magnificant view of the valley. If you were. Sharon looked like a somewhat dumpy great-great-grandmother one breath away from death.“Jack, welcome home,” she said, smiling.“Sharon, they still have you shackled to the front desk? I thought you’d be running this place by now!” he teased.Sharon snorted derisively. “Your father is afraid I’ll take over and fire him.”“Probably double our profits if we did that.”“Triple them!”He nodded and laughed. “He in?”She shook her head. “No, he didn’t come in today. He told me yesterday they were. I felt my breathing coming up. What was I doing? Masturbating to pix of my mom? It was so hot, though!I found the progression of them, the climax of it seeming to be where mom was licking Sarah's clit, her fingers spreading the lips of her vagina so she could get deeper into her. Sarah's head was back in a blissful erotic expression. I imagined their sounds, how their breathing changed when they ate each other. Weren't they roommates for a while? Is that when it happened? Sneaking into each.