‘What part?’ She got a smile. ‘The one involving a private moment between youand a certain interesting man.’ Isabelle blushed. ‘You saw?’ ...��Just a quick peek. Looked promising.’ Abigail chuckled. ‘Well, I don’t know about that. He can be difficult at times. I heard nobody could stand working under him for very long.’ Well, good luck either way.’ said Abigail. Jean-Marie offered his hand again to escort her to the car and she could see the proud little smile on his face again as they left and. She licked her lips. “In my mouth.” “Is that all?” His finger slipped over her soft lips, dragging the taste of her strawberry flavored gloss onto her tongue before adding another digit. One that tasted exactly like she knew she did. Holly stroked him faster. “In my pussy.” “Good, baby.” His saliva dipped finger trailed down her neck, through the line between her breasts. “But isn’t there one more place you want it? Tell me.” It was what she’d always loved, but something they’d never done.. She giggles like a school girl and starts walking towards her bathroom, I am starting to get disappointed but as she closes the door she turns to me and asks me not to leave. About 5 minutes pass, and she comes out in a very old nightie, and too short. I am almost breathless, it barely covers her ass, and the amount of cleavage shown is pants busting. She rubs against me, gives me a small kiss on the lips and asks me to stay and cuddle with her tonight, as one last birthday gift. I have no. "What the hell does it matter what they do or don't do?" she continued in a shaky voice. She was also visibly trembling, the dim room light throwing crazy shadows across her face."Mother!" cried out Karen in alarm. She made to move towards her mother but Dawn gestured for her to stop with an outstretched arm and then quickly walked away, leaving everyone astounded. Karen's husband Dave walked in from the patio. He had been on his mobile all this time and had missed out on the family drama..