When we get back lets sell her to gypsies.’ ‘When did you intend to ask me?’ ‘Tonight, on the dance floor.’ ‘Why should we marry again?’...‘The reason our divorce was never going to work was because we have never stopped loving each other. I love you more now than I ever have. We are each other’s best friend, best lover, and best opponent. But we have now learned to pull our punches and enjoy our fights. Most importantly we have an agreement on your pussy cravings. It would also give us a chance. I tug and fumble, whimpering in frustration, as I try helplessly to get them off of you. You chuckle, grab my arms and powerfully roll me off of you and onto my back. I hear your pants drop to the floor and I tense up, my whole body aching with desire. I expect to feel your weight come down on top of me, but instead you whisper huskily, "Get on your knees, my little fuck toy." I quickly, though wobbily obey, my heart in my throat. I feel your hands on my hips, pulling me back into. Bobby laid her palm across the top of Alisons head and then quickly down to her cheeks. ?I thought you looked a bit flushed. You have a temperature. You might have caught a chill last night. How do you feel?? Alison considered the question before answering. ?Groggy. I have a headache and my muscles are sore. I’m just a little hung over that’s all.? ?See how you get on with breakfast. I’ll get you something for the temperature just in case.? With that the girl got up from the bed and skipped. Always here to protect me.”I put my arms around her and pulled her close, kissing her forehead.“Come on,” I said, “We should get going. I’ll drive us.”We went down the stairs, and out to the car. It was getting dark. I realised I’d left my clutch bag with my makeup and credit cards in, so I told Marie to get in the car and I’d be back down in a moment.I went upstairs and grabbed my bag, putting essential touch up makeup in, and headed back down to the car. I locked the house and opened the car.