He laughed at my revised opinion of hotels, agreeing with me somewhat, though not entirely. I told him about my trip to the Demon Realm, skipping over... my initial aversion to entering the gate and focusing on my irritation about him not telling me about his parents."It honestly never occurred to me," he told me, one hand tracing circles on my bare shoulder. "The odds of a meeting were very slim and it isn't really important." You don't think having a mother who is a District Matriarch, the same. Unfortunately this wasn't until after he had rushed around to get ready to go off to work.What was even stranger was that our eighteen year old son, normally impossible to get out of bed, was woken by the alarm as well so by half five we were all sitting in the kitchen with Graham, my husband, grumbling under his breath and Sean, my son, yawning every few seconds. I fed them breakfast, washed up and set more coffee before them; Graham glowered at me over his cup as though it was all my fault. The following day, was court. The judge sat upon a dais in his loincloth wearing a white wig. The twelve jurors sat in the jurybox in their loincloths as well. Indeed, all the cases were following English law, but one thing perplexed the anthropologist. Periodically, a man covered in scarves would walk around and feel the breasts of all the women there.When the day was over, the chief asked the anthropologist if they were following English law exactly. The anthropologist replied that they did,. The thought of Daddy lying in bed stroking his cock alone like he was gave me a thrill. But it also filled me with a bit of sadness. Here was a man who obviously had a very high sex drive, who was, at least to my mind, very sexy and quite good-looking, with a very nice cock, and all he could do about it was beat himself off. I knew then, if I hadn’t already, that I would likely have to be the one to take care of his loneliness.But first, I needed experience, so I thought. So when school started.