Blonde hair covers the exposed side of your face. I brush it back and kiss your cheek. You try to hold back the smile, but it escapes. You keep your e...es closed and pretend to sleep as more kisses find their way to your face and neck. Finally you start to stretch, accompanied by a feline growl. You open your eyes and whisper. "Good morning. Feeling any better than last night?" I'm still tired, but I feel much better. I owe that all to you." Why? What did I do?" The minx was out early.I. Ah ah Fiona no touching, dont you think youve come enough already? God your a greedy fucking slut aint you? You watch till I say otherwise ok? I went back to lapping away on her daughters little bud and making her come over my face. Once shed come I leant back and reached for the small butt plug. Lift your ass a little, good, spread wide for me…..thats it the butt plug popped into her anus and I pushed it in until the flat end was tight against her body. Is that nice slut? Umm hmm Leaning back. ‘You’re back!’ Pinky seemed surprised. ‘I’m never far away, I told you before that I always watch over you,’ the soft voice reminded him. ‘What do you want?’ Pinky whispered. ‘I believe you know,’ the voice said. ‘No, I don’t. What do you want?’ ‘You know why I’m here,’ the voice insisted. ‘How do you know?’ Pinky cocked his head, trying to locate the voice in the dark. ‘I know everything you do, and I know what you did before you fell asleep,’ the voice chided him. ‘So?’ ‘So, you know what I. Paul turned, mumbling something in his sleep. She whispered a word of assurance to him, smoothing her hand over his hair as she pulled the blanket over his shoulders. Betsy, her baby girl, was sleeping soundly, her thumb stuck in her mouth. Jane smiled, as she always did when she looked at Betsy. Betsy was their miracle. She had been born ten weeks early, but now was a robust an active tomboy of two. She kept up with the six year old twins nicely. A noise caught her attention and she frowned,.