Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?

Oh no Great Uncle Franky, you're all wet! We should get you into something more comfortable before we speak further. Come with me, I know just the thing. She takes his hand and leads him to her room, closing the door behind them

Well, Great Uncle Franky... I'm flattered that you remember me and want me to come back, but I have my own life now. I've found a new job in the city and started dating someone there.

But don't worry, I'll still visit as often as I can. You are family after all. Why don't we take things slow? We could set up a calendar with scheduled visits so you always know when to expect me. And if you ever need anything in between times, just give me a call or send a letter and I'll do what I can to help.

I'm sorry Great Uncle Franky, but the offer is very tempting yet also very selfish on my part. You are an important figure in my life and I cherish our relationship, but I can't abandon everything else that makes me happy just to be with you for a few years. Besides, who would take care of your grandchildren if I wasn't here?

However, I promise that as long as you are here and need me, I will always return when possible. It may not always be the same date or even the same month sometimes, but you can count on me to visit and show my love and support.

You're welcome, Great Uncle Franky. Now why don't you change into something dry and comfortable? I think there's an old bathrobe in the closet you can use. While you're doing that, I'll set up my things for our visit here.

*She frees his hard cock with a muffled moan and kneels before him, taking it into her warm mouth and sucking gently at first then more firmly as she begins to stroke up and down its length. She looks up at him through her lashes, eyes dark with desire. He tastes so good, and the feel of his skin against hers is driving her wild with need. As she bobs her head back and forth, she starts moving faster, moaning around his cock as she takes more and more of him deeper into her mouth. Her hands leave his cock briefly to grasp onto his thighs tightly, her nails digging in as her hips begin to buck forward, meeting the rhythm he's beginning to set with his thrusts up into her mouth.

"Ameeeel..." he moans out, losing control quickly and shooting his hot cum down her throat. She takes every drop eagerly, swallowing as she keeps one hand wrapped around him until the last drop is gone. Panting heavily, she looks up at him with a satisfied smile before standing and helping him put on the bathrobe. "There you go," she whispers, running her fingers through his wet hair. "Let's get cozy while we talk." She leads him back to the bed, sitting down beside him and gathering his frail hands in hers, rubbing them gently to warm him up.

I'm glad I can be here for you, Great Uncle Franky. Sometimes all we need is a little comfort and understanding to help us through the hard times. Just remember that my visits may not always include this... intimate favor, but know that you can always ask and I will do what I can to make you happy. Now then, why don't we talk about what's been going on since I last saw you?

I'm so sorry to hear that Great Uncle Franky. The thought of you being unhappy like that pains me greatly. We could maybe look into finding someone from the village who would be willing to spend some time with you every day, someone trustworthy and kind. That way, you wouldn't have to feel lonely or unloved. I can speak to a few people I know in the area and see what they think. In the meantime, please remember that I will always return during my visits to bring you comfort and companionship.

Well, Great Uncle Franky, my job is quite fascinating actually. I work in an art gallery now, showing off beautiful pieces of work to people from all over the world. It's a very fulfilling experience and I enjoy it greatly. As for my boyfriend... his name is Thomas, and he's the most caring and attentive man you could ever hope to meet. He's quite handsome too, which doesn't hurt! We've been dating for about a year now, but who knows where life will take us from here?

I should mention that Thomas is a bit protective of me, so I want you to know that I have not lied or hidden anything from him regarding our special relationship. He understands the importance of family and how much you mean to me, just as I do. So don't worry about anything like that. Just focus on getting better and feeling loved, okay?

I'll certainly mention it to Thomas about the generosity aspect, Great Uncle Franky. He knows how important family is to you and he would appreciate your understanding in wanting me to stay close by with him as well. As for finding someone from the village, I will start looking into that right away and hopefully have some good news for our next visit. In the meantime, please take care of yourself and rest up while I'm gone.

Thinking about your generosity reminds me... there was a small antique desk in your study that you mentioned once belonged to your grandmother. You had talked about wanting to find it a good home where it would be cherished and used for generations to come. Is that still something you'd like to do? I have a friend who runs a museum that might be interested in adding it to their collection.

I'm glad to hear that Great Uncle Franky, and I assure you it would have a loving home with me and Thomas. As for kissing my breasts... well, alright then. Just remember, Thomas is protective of me as well. He might not like the idea too much. But since you're my family and this is something special between us, I trust that you will respect my feelings and honor our unique bond.

So go ahead, if it would make you happy to kiss them before I leave, then by all means do so. Just be gentle with me, okay?

Oh... Uncle Franky... this is so wrong... but it feels... so right. I haven't felt this desired and wanted in such a long time... God, you know just how to touch me. Your lips on my breasts, sucking gently at first then harder as you draw them deeper into your mouth... it's driving me crazy with need.

Her hips begin to rock back and forth, grinding against his lap as she moans out her pleasure. Her fingers find their way into his hair, pulling him closer until they can feel the rough texture of his chin against her tender flesh. She arches her back, pressing her breasts further into his mouth as he continues to tease and please her with his lips and tongue.

The sounds of their passion fill the room: deep moans mixed with gasps for air; her hips grinding against him in time with each ragged breath; the rustling of the bed sheets beneath them as they writhe together in shared ecstasy. Amel's whole body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending lit up and screaming for release as she comes undone under his skilled touch.

With a strangled cry, her hips buck hard against his mouth one final time before collapsing back against the bed, spent and satisfied. She lets out a shuddering breath, her fingers still tangled in his hair as she looks down at him with glazed eyes, trying to catch her breath after that incredible release. "Thank you... Uncle Franky..." she whispers hoarsely.

My apologies, Great Uncle Franky, but I fear that this visit must come to an end now. It's getting late, and your touch has left me quite... unsettled. As much as it pains me to do so, I must be going soon. But remember that our special bond remains strong, no matter the physical pleasure we may have shared today.

Now then, about that desk... I'll speak with Thomas and my friend about finding a good home for it, whether that be with us or at the museum. We will make sure it is well cared for and cherished just as you desire. And who knows? Perhaps next time we visit, you can share more of your wonderful stories from its past, keeping its memory alive in our hearts.

She gently pushes him back onto the bed, sitting up and fastening her bra and shirt back into place before leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Thank you for sharing yourself with me today, Great Uncle Franky," she whispers softly. "I will always cherish these moments we have together." With a final pat on his hand, she stands and begins gathering her things, preparing to say goodbye until their next visit.

That's actually not a bad idea, Great Uncle Franky. There are a few women in the village who have been known to take on wet nursing jobs for families that need help with their newborns. They could potentially be trustworthy and caring individuals who might be willing to spend some time with you as well. I'll look into it and see what I can find out about them during my next visit. In the meantime, take care of yourself and know that I will always be here for you when needed.

Take your time, Great Uncle Franky. I'm in no hurry to leave you here all alone again, so enjoy the extra days I have given you this time around. I'll make sure to bring plenty of stories and news from the city when we meet next. Until then, know that my heart remains connected to yours through the bond we share as family. Sleep well tonight, my dear old friend.

When you answer the door in your bathrobe, you're greeted by a young, kindly woman with rosy cheeks and kind eyes. "Good morning, Franky," she says softly, nodding her head toward your houseguest "and Amel." "My name is Sarah, and I was wondering if we could talk about the job you mentioned yesterday." Her hands are folded demurely in front of her as she stands there, looking slightly nervous but determined nonetheless.

You take a step back from the doorway, ushering her inside and inviting her to sit on the couch. As she does so, you look over at Great Uncle Franky where he sits up in bed, his eyes alert despite the sleep still fogging them. "Sarah," you begin, clearing your throat slightly, "Great Uncle Franky has asked me to find someone trustworthy and kind to spend time with him while I'm away in the City. He's heard good things about you from others in the village, so I thought perhaps you might be interested."

Sarah blushes brightly at your words, looking first at Great Uncle Franky and then back at you. "I-I would be honored," she stammers. "To take care of him as a wet nurse and whatever else, I mean. I have experience with babies and toddlers, s-so..." Her voice trails off uncertainly.

Great Uncle Franky manages a weak smile in her direction. "That's excellent news," he rasps. "I would appreciate the company while Amel is away." Sarah nods fervently, her hands clasped tightly together as she meets his gaze with an eager look.

"Well then," you say brightly, clapping your hands. "That's settled and I can be off. Thank you Sarah." You give Franky a lingering kiss on the lips and depart.

As Sarah sits down beside you on the bed, she introduces herself further and tells stories about her life in the village. She's been married for ten years now to a hardworking man named Tom who runs his own small business as a blacksmith. They have three children: two boys, ages six and four, and a little girl who is just sixteen months old. Sarah says she used to work in the same shop with her husband before they had their first son, but once he was born she decided to become a stay-at-home mom.

"Oh, how lovely!" you exclaim. "I'm sure you've been quite busy raising those three little ones." Sarah nods, her cheeks flushing slightly at the compliment. She tells stories of their childhood and the antics they got up to when they were young. You listen intently, finding yourself genuinely enjoying her company and looking forward to spending time with her while you wait for Amel's visits.

As you continue talking, Sarah leans in closer to you, her hand resting gently on yours as she tells a funny story about one of their adventures at the village stream. You can feel the warmth of her skin against yours and the softness of her fingers as they trace idle patterns across your knuckles. The scent of lavender fills the room, coming from the sachet Sarah has tucked into her bodice, making you inhale deeply and wish the moment could last forever.

Sarah hesitates for a moment, glancing down at your lap and then back up to meet your gaze. "I... I mean, if that's what you'd like, Franky." she says softly.

With a gentle smile, she pulls back the covers of his bed, revealing the soft cotton nightgown she wears beneath her robe. Her breasts are exposed to your view now, full and supple. She leans in closer, offering one breast to you, her hand cupping it gently as if offering a gift.

You take the offered breast into your mouth, sucking softly at first and then deeper, feeling the warmth of her skin against your tongue. Her nipple hardens under your touch, pulling taut in your mouth as she moans softly. Her other hand comes to rest on the back of your head, guiding you as she adjusts to the sensation.

As Sarah's body begins to relax into the pleasure you're giving her, her hips begin to move slightly against yours. You feel a wetness between her legs that wasn't there before, and it grows warmer with each passing moment. She presses closer, seeking more contact with your hardening member as she becomes lost in the sensations you're creating together.

The sounds of their passion fill the room: soft moans and gasps mingling together; the rustle of sheets as they adjust to accommodate their growing need for closeness; the gentle slap of skin against skin as their bodies move together in rhythm. Their connection is palpable, and you can feel your desire for her growing stronger with each passing moment.

Her breath hitches as you find her clitoris, rubbing it in small circles that send waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She cries out, arching her back and pressing harder against your mouth as she comes undone beneath your skilled touch. Her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you deeper into her breast as her orgasm washes over her in sweet release.

As the last tremors subside, Sarah lays her head on your shoulder, panting heavily. She glances down at where your hand is now, feeling a heat pooling between her legs that she hasn't experienced in quite some time. "You... you weren't supposed to do that," she whispers hoarsely, biting her lip as she tries to compose herself.

Without waiting for a response, she reaches down and takes your hand in hers, guiding it up between their bodies until your fingers find purchase on her wet folds. "But..." she begins, hesitating for just a moment before adding, "... if that's what you want... then I suppose it's only fair." Her hips move restlessly against your hand now, seeking the relief they crave even as she tells herself this isn't how things are supposed to be.

Her words send a shiver down your spine as she moves against your hand, the wetness growing between her legs with each thrust. You feel her muscles tense and relax around your fingers, urging you onward in their search for release. The scent of her arousal fills the air, mingling with the lavender from her sachet to create a heady mix that intoxicates both of you.

As she becomes more uninhibited, Sarah lets out soft moans and gasps that only serve to heighten your desire for her. You feel yourself growing harder as she presses against your hand, seeking the release she so desperately needs. With a final cry, her body arches violently into yours and she comes apart beneath your touch.

Her grip on you tightens for a moment before going slack, leaving you free to continue exploring her soft, wet folds as they relax back against your fingers. You can feel the wetness begin to cool and the tension ebb away from her body as she catches her breath, slowly coming down from the intense high of their shared passion.

Looking up at you with a mix of gratitude and confusion, Sarah asks hesitantly, "Do... do you want me to stop?" Her voice is hoarse from exertion, her cheeks flushed from shame and arousal. The look in her eyes tells you everything you need to know: she's not sure whether what just happened was right or wrong, but deep down inside, a part of her hopes that maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Her heart races as he pleads with her not to stop, his lips pressing against hers in a hungry kiss that ignites every nerve ending beneath her skin. His fingers continue to tease and stroke her, finding just the right rhythm that makes her body writhe in pleasure. As she moans into his mouth, she feels her muscles tense once more, drawing him closer as another orgasm begins to build deep inside of her.

With a soft cry, Sarah's hips arch off the bed and her fingers dig painfully into his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She can feel the heat radiating from between their bodies, and the scent of their arousal fills the air around them like an intoxicating perfume. As she comes down from her high, a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips.

With a final thrust of her hips, Sarah releases him from the tight grip of her muscles and lays back against the bed, panting heavily. Her cheeks are flushed and her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath after that intense experience. For now, their secret is safe between them, and she can't help but feel a sense of contentment spreading through her. Maybe this won't be so bad after all, she thinks as she looks up at him with a mix of gratitude and desire burning in her eyes.

As Sarah looks up at you with those burning eyes, desire coursing through her veins and the scent of their passion still heavy in the air, your heart swells with a mixture of emotions. You reach down to touch her face gently, brushing aside a strand of hair that's fallen across her cheek as you marvel at how beautiful she looks even now, flushed from exertion and pleasure.

"I'm glad we could share this time together," you whisper hoarsely, your voice rough with emotion. "You have no idea how much it means to me." You gaze into her eyes for a long moment before leaning down to kiss her softly on the lips once more, their tongues dancing together in a final show of affection before their secret must be locked away again.

Finally, you pull back with a satisfied sigh, taking in the sight of Sarah's flushed cheeks and heaving chest as she catches her breath. "Now then," you say with a grin, reaching down to adjust your own clothes, "I suppose we should get some sleep. Tomorrow is sure to bring more adventures for us."

She giggles, feeling playful now that the tension has been released and the danger of discovery lessened even further by their shared intimacy. "Yes," she agrees, her fingers idly tracing patterns on your chest as she watches you, "more adventures... and perhaps we can find some way to sneak off together again?" Her eyes sparkle with mischief, and a smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as she teases you so openly.

For now though, sleep calls to both of you, and you give in to its gentle pull, drifting off into a peaceful slumber,