She settled there into her own life.She came back for a visit, but it was the week when I was off with Nancy's family for some beach cottages--I prove... myself popular, and there was applause from all quarters when I officially proposed. Yes, it was scripted. And awesome.From there it added up. It was the summer after our 3rd anniversary. Which made it five years since I'd last seen Abigail. She was in town for pieces of a long week, using the old house as a base. Of course we drove the ten. “You’re beautiful,” I said.“So are you.”I lightly kissed her lips, so soft we barely seemed to touch. A spark went though me, and Aimee let out a low sigh. She moved towards me and kissed me deeply. Her tongue eased its way into my mouth and I tasted the warming taste of red wine on her. A moan escaped my lips. Frustratingly, Aimee removed her hand from my thigh, which was centimetres away from my now fully erect cock. She stopped kissing me and took the half empty glass of wine from my hand. "The more lightly armed group of the guards trotted through the portal, fanning out through the deserted rooms and streaming back in with armloads of treasure and other goods, paying particular attention to anything that might give clues as to the builders of the base. They were nearly done when an alarm sounded on Amy's board. She spun dials, and her portal contracted to little more than a pinpoint."Squad Two! Ready for action!"Another portal began to form, the wavering of air, as though. I probably should have done laundry. I definitely should have eaten a solid meal. When I realized I was about to delete family photos to have more space for porn, I admitted to myself that I was obsessed.I deleted the pics and kept downloading.I did go to work Wednesday and acted as normal as possible. The whole day, I was just waiting to clock out. But at 5 o’clock, I realized that I had four hours to kill before the party started.Since I missed a day, I figured what the hell, and stayed late..