I gained ten pounds going to dinner at Monique's house over the next month and Roger shook my hand every time I showed up. In the end Roger was very h...ppy, and so was Monique. She had a little girl and they named her Bobbie Jean. Roger's mother was named Jean.It was a strange relationship. For that matter it still is, though I only get invited to dinner every other month or so these days and Monique has gone back on the pill. She's still the most unique woman I know. Her husband too, for that. As soon as my lips touched her pussy, she moaned loudly, called my name, and held my head tightly. She wrapped her legs around my neck to not let me go.She held my head with her hand pulling me towards herself. She was shivering and moaning and repeatedly saying, “This feels so good.” I knew she liked it from her expressions.Her pussy had a dark complexion and smelled red wine. It was cleanly shaven. I poured some more wine. I alternated between flipping my tongue on her pussy lip to gently. ’ ‘Just as the root structure of this dojo is strong.’ ‘Is that why you brought me here, to prove to me that I should just give up? That I should ignore the hurt that man has caused my family and will continue to perpetrate against us if we don’t stand tall to bring him down?’ She turned away from him, unwilling to see the lie on his face as he spoke. ‘Mia, your father can’t hurt you anymore, you know that. He’s dead.’ She spun around, her hip hitting the side of the bonsai tree and sending the. ” he said, then quickly pulled her skirt up around her waist.He touched her belly through her shimmering pink panties, then carefully took hold of the dainty garment at both sides, gathering the filmy cloth in his hands. He tugged, and her panties began to slide down, exposing her navel, her delicately rounded tummy, then the first wisps of her blonde pussy curls. Unlike her mother, Nancy was fair-skinned, golden-haired.Gazing down and seeing this happen watching her panties slide away.