Joy that I'd found my true mate—and that she loved me, too. Regret that we had wasted years and maybe ruined lives. Regret that we would never have ...children of our own, although I knew that all four kids would be our kids. Thinking about that, I realized that, once the kids were grown, it didn't matter. And if we could pull the fangs of Susan and her family, maybe it wouldn't matter at all.I was a middle-aged man, madly in love. With my best buddy, my childhood friend, my 'sister' ... my mate!I. He had already noticed her before they embarked, when he didn't know she would sit next to him. She had long, straight, black hair running down to her waist, a smooth tanned skin and a perfect face. Not mentioning an impressive chest barely contained in a tiny revealing red dress accentuating her vertiginous figure. She also wore nylon stockings and sunglasses. Her luscious lips covered in black lipstick were giving him a warm smile, but he was feeling increasingly unconfortable, like a rabbit. I'm not big there and don't show. I can get away with it and nobody knows. The only reason you know is you are rubbing my back and don't find a strap."I kissed her again and, after a while, moved my hand from her shoulders to her front and cupped her breast. It was small but firm. "Oh! Brad, I won't stop you. I don't know if I could but we shouldn't go any further though your touch is electric."I said, "The electricity flows both ways but I agree." I moved my hand back into a safer area.She. Nor...am I surprised." Arya struggled briefly as Eddard's hand roved over her ass, squeezing fleetingly before jerking her pants over her pert, tight ass and down her legs in a single motion. Arya squealed in pain and surprise as the strong SMACK of her father's right hand on her tight ass echo out of the chamber. Eddard's left hand held her squirming form to his lap as he laid SMACK after SMACK after punishing SMACK onto Arya's defenceless ass, alternating.