"I worry about your safety, Irene. Maybe I shouldn't. Why should I, indeed? But I do."Silence."I am quite safe, Eric. Please don't worry."Her voice wa... soft."Phil is dead, Irene. Did you know?"I heard a gasp. So she didn't."What happened?" Mary told me his heart failed." But he is... he was quite young yet. And strong." Yes." She should know.Silence."He died in Mary's arms."Silence."Irene? I think she killed him." Nooooo..." Yes." Oh God, Eric. Because of what I did?" The child, Irene. I think. ‘Besides doesn’t tradition also usually have the woman choosing where she wants to go?’ ‘Probably. You look amazing by the way.’ She raised a brow slightly and started up the car. ‘This old thing? I borrowed it from my mother.’ It wasn’t a lie to say she’d taken it from her mother but wasn’t a loaner. Her mother didn’t quite have the figure for the bright blue summer dress. ‘So where are we going?’ Harold smiled and reached over taking her hand and bringing it gently up to his lips. ‘Just. “I am Richard Carter, Lord Lambert. This is my wife Ellen, and this is my...”“She must be Eleanor!” the woman said excitedly and laughed. “Poor Antonio speaks of you all the time! You came all the way from England to pick him up? How sweet of you! Come in, my dear,” she gushed and pushed Eleanor in and into a large, well-lit room. Richard followed, but Ellen held back, trying to gauge the woman. She had to smile when she heard the happy shriek from Eleanor and gave the woman a friendly nod. The. I was lying there, trembling, waiting for something, anything to happen. It felt like hours before I felt the tip of his tongue brush against my lips, parting them gently. My hips lurched toward the ceiling as my back arched. Mark took the opportunity to bury his entire face in me. As his nose rubbed against my clit, his tongue poked my wet slit; I ground my pussy into his face as I moaned. As my orgasm grew closer, his tongue moved to my clit, rolling in waves as his fingers rubbed my g-spot..