George shifted uncomfortably in his chair, remembering as he watched her mouth moving. That mouth was capable of granting untold pleasures. “Flo?�...� “Hmmm?” “Isn’t Tightmouth the enemy?” Lady Florence laughed prettily, instinctively hiding her loss of control behind the crystal tumbler, sloshing the still-generous depth of whisky high up its side. “Teignmouth? Charles?” The laughter became less and less refined. “He’s done more for us over the last few years than we could have ever hoped. The feel of his hardening cock through his jeans turned her on even more. Then his lips touched her neck. Dear lord he was good. His tongue flicked back and forth across the most delicate spots, the gentle, yet passionate kisses punctuated by nips of his teeth. She gasped with each nip and moaned gently. ‘James…’ she whispered. His lips trailed lower, moving down the V of her collar bone. She laid her head back. His hands were running over her back, the feel of his fingers leaving her. Well, I guess that day has come. If she wants to move her things into my room permanent, I guess there ain't no reason you can't have her room. But here's what I want you to take to mind; what goes on in this house is our business and nobody else's, you understand me? You don't talk to nobody about our family affairs or who sleeps where or anything like that."Charlie, he just shrugs his big shoulders and says, "Why would I, Willem? I don't know why anybody'd even care. Holy cow! You must think. “Oh he’s working his way through the later stages of college at the moment; he’s not too sure what he wants to do permanently but he does a lot of bar work at the moment. He’s always saying how he’d like to mix a few cocktails for me.” She sighed wistfully.“I’d love to take him up on that, but I can never be out without my sisters, and Aunt Jane won’t here of us hanging out in bars.” Ellen took a long sip of her drink as she listened, then smiled at Bella.“You never know, things can change.