Triss does nothing, Thomas continues rubbing

A bit freaked out by Thomas' action, I let it slide, thinking nothing more than just some friendly touching. Though the way he's rubbing me is very sensual. Thomas is moving his hand in slow motions over my lower thigh, reaching up to where my short shorts end.

"How you've been Triss?" Asks Thomas.

"Fine. Just been going through the usual routine."

"That's good. Wouldn't want anything bad to ever happen to my little 'Princess.'" I chuckle a bit, honestly not minding the old man nicknaming me "Princess." But I couldn't help but notice the tone he used. It kind of made me horny.

We then settle into a comfortable silence. Humming, Thomas increases his rubbing going further up my thighs. Going slightly into the short shorts.

....I started to feel a twinge in my penis. The way he touches me and that very clear lust in his eyes. I couldn't help but realize what Thomas was aiming for here, despite wanting to be in denial. The thought of getting fucked by a man I see as my grandpa felt wrong, but also very sexy!

Noticing my distress, Thomas asks, "What's wrong dear? You seem disturbed." I can tell he knows why, but I'm pretty sure he'll dodge it if I question his rubbing. He knows too, as he just raised his hand right into my short shorts and is now groping it. Getting a nice feel of my soft skin, I glance down and let out a gasp! Thomas has a clear bulge through his pants! He's huge!

I-uh... my brain is overloading! I wasn't sure, but I think I unconsciously licked my lips, but I made sure to throw away those thoughts. I may be questioning my sexuality, but I wasn't going to let an instance of lust lead to my breakup. I want to break it off mutually with Hannah, not cheat on her! But, that bulge!

Calming myself, I answer quickly, "N-n-nothing! Um, nothing's wrong Gramps!"

With a twinkle in his eyes, Planter leans in close to me, just a mere few inches away from my face, "Are you sure?"