“Are you alright?” I was almost able to ask. Her rocket fuel was the first half syllable of the word Are.“Is he OK? What have I done? Oh my God,...I don’t know which baby is--”“Breathe,” Olivia said and beckoned from the bassinet Ellie had been rocking to Mel. “Little screaming monster right here is yours.”“I’m so sorry!” She was blubbering as she ran.“Damn, her ass looks great.” Ellie said at me.“Yeah, and yours could too.” I agreed and I challenged her. She snatched up my hand and let me. My lusty mind clobbered me to pounce on her and to hold and suck her pinkish tits nipples which was in romance with the laced bra on its top.Now she brought her right hand to the petticoat string and pulled it and her pista green petticoat which had marinated enough with turmeric stains loosened around her neat waist line and the rim of her black panties teased me whether. I had guts to put my fingers inside it and pull it away. My mind again withdrew from the challenge and witnessed. .. softly and passionately, there is hunger, but its gentle and tender. We both feel like we are young teens.... having our first kiss. The floating and fuzzy feelings are drowning our senses......... I'm lost in the hazy wonderful place where nothing else matters or even registers, we could be in public and wouldn't even be aware of anything around us. We are totally absorbed in each other and it feels so right! We don't want to let go of each other..... scared that we will wake up and find it. ’ ‘I have to meet the controller after.’ ‘I know and I’ll take you to her.’ ‘You’re not supposed to meet her.’ ‘I wont, but I’ll get you there, safely. It matters.’ Frances threw her arms around Angie and kissed her fervently, overwhelmed by this demonstration of Angie’s love and commitment. ‘When it’s done, over, we’ll go somewhere and you can be my girl, just the way I like you. You’ll hurt a lot.’ ‘You promise?’ Angie smiled and slapped her arse, hard. Together they left Frances’s apartment.