You take your time

"Come sit here," you say while patting the bed.

Lisandra approaches the bed and sit in front of you. You take the time to appreciate her beauty. Even though she's in her late thirties, her beauty is still radiant that you find yourself aroused. Lisandra's milky white skin is a contrast with her long silky black hair. Slim but well proportionated, she exudes that confident aura around her, seemingly revelling in knowing how her beauty affects everyone around her and not afraid to use that to her advantage. Your mother had described her as a vixen, and Lisandra is certainly not Dobra but you get have a feeling that both women seems to share a lot of things in common with each other.

You open your mouth to talk but she cuts you off. "Thank you for allowing me to share the bed with you tonight. You're a good man, just like your father. He was an excellent man though he erred when he sent you to the church."

"God works in mysterious ways and looking back, it is for the best," you reply.

"It is. Truth be told, I'm envious of that widow you took as a lover. Because you're a good man that I was thinking that..." Lisandra shakes her head before smiling alluringly and leans toward you, "Would you allow me to partake in this challice of passion together with you?