. You never know what you've missed 'til it's gone," he told her and gulped. "We could, you know, try again. 'Cause I still wan' ya."Abigail looked at...him, and he gave her a pleading look. He bit his lip and, taking a deep breath, moved behind her and kissed her on the back of the neck. "Simon," she called and sighed as he ran his hands down her back to her waist. He lifted up her skirt and then kneeling down, gently pulled her knickers down and parted her cheeks.Abigail grunted. "No," she. “You ok to drink this?”I nodded again and climbed up onto one of the bar stools by the kitchen island.Jacob slid the bottle to me and took a sip of his beer.“So,” he started, “your mother told me you started community college this year.”I nodded.“How has it been so far?” He looked genuinely interested, which surprised me a little.“I—uh—.” I cleared my throat. “It’s okay I guess.”“What are you studying?”“Psychotherapy.”“Oh.” His eyebrows shot up. “I would never have guessed.”“Why is that?” Why. They did?" Where?" Sharpe Field?" Where is that?" Alabama?" Got a number?"The laughter on the other end wasn't at all funny. At least, not on Seph's part."Still the same name?" I see." Google it?" Thank you."She hung up the receiver.Edmond had already turned on the MAC PRO.He two fingered in the info and pressed enter."Here it is ... Franklin's Aviation, Cessna Sales and Service. Flight Training and Restoration. Sharpe Field, Tuskegee Alabama."Enquiring minds want to know, Seph asked, "Do they. As she sat on my lap, watching me masturbate, she gingerly pulled my hand off my cock up to her mouth. She sucked on my fingers slowly and seductively. I turned to look from the picture she'd given me to what she was doing. Firmly, but gently, she nudged my head back towards the phone, making it clear that my thoughts weren't to be on her or anything "she" was doing. Whatever her reason, today she wanted my thoughts directed towards the most taboo person she could offer..As I inhaled Hanna's.