"Good girl! Give your bottle to Mummy, sweetheart." She took the emptyplastic bottle and washed it out in the sink. The muscle relaxant actedlike a tr...nquilliser, and Jane knew she had less than half an hour tocomplete the next phase of her plan. After that, her new baby girl wouldslip uncontrollably into dreamland. The liquids she'd made him consume,along with the diuretic, would make sure Baby Daphne peed heavily allnight - with the obvious consequences. She took off his bib and replacedhis. Like she was really bothered by something and that was her husband. Later that night, our conversation didn’t stop. She did want me beside her on bed but didn’t even bring up the topic in between. This circumstance made me ask her something.Me:- ” Btw! What brings you here cuteness?”She:- “What do you think so! Why will a married women like me with a husband sleeping over beside will text you late night.”Even though, i knew she wants it. And comes this phrase. Made me jump high over thoughts.. “Why play if you aren’t trying to win?”“Forget it Michelle,” Bethany laughed from behind us, “they play games in this house as a blood sport! I’m sure you’ve seen it!”“I was in the poker tournament last Guys’ Night,” Tom said ruefully. “I THOUGHT I was a good card player. But Steve, Karl, Terry, and Jorge took me apart like I was a five-year-old! It was like they KNEW what cards I held!”Jennifer smirked, “You didn’t spot the marked deck?”“Jennifer!” I tried to say sternly while laughing. “Don’t. I had french'd a girl before but nothing as good as this. Heat, lust, and alcohol took over. Our hands without thinking started exploring each others warm bodies. One hand held her hips and the other cupped her breast. She began to strip down and when she took off her bra, her breasts were exposed and I was mesmerized by the size. They were so big for a perfectly in shape girl like her. Her body was perfect, big tits, hips, ass, and nice legs. We kissed some more, and then I kissed her neck..