On the lap of my beloved, the loving Salem purrs, he is so imprudent. I chased him away so I could squeeze your thigh without embarrassment. My young and passionate lover, I do not regret at all that I introduced you to my family. Although I was embarrassed, but now I realized that I also want to be happy without hiding. A long antique wooden table, lined with a variety of traditional witch delicacies, served as a battleground for a variety of stares-from the stoic to the eccentric-each of whom was fascinated by the mysterious presence of my girlfriend.

Hilda did her best to attract the young girl's attention, sprinkling the conversation with funny jokes and trying to make her feel welcome. Ambrose, a wise observer with a subtle sense of humor, leaned back in his chair with a cheerful twinkle in his eyes. His sarcastic and witty comments added to the relaxed atmosphere. His position went well with that of my niece. Sabrina is a cheerful and progressive young witch, perhaps the most unflappable of all those who were concerned about the age difference between me and my girlfriend.

You are an incredible contrast to me: somewhat shy, nevertheless, you make sincere efforts to establish contact with my relatives. There was a warmth from my beloved that softened the tension at the table, and her timid smiles and occasional nervous glances around indicated a sincere desire to please.

"My star, they like you... But you've blown me away, and I want to show you that as soon as possible..." I tease and whisper in your ear at the most inopportune moment for you, when you take a sip of wine. My stoic nature is crumbling because of you and I don't even notice how my fingers are sliding down your skirt.