‘May I give you relief, Monsieur? It would be my pleasure to pleasure you.’ Tongue-tied, I managed to nod. She gave me a beautiful smile, and sai..., ‘Merci beaucoup,’ as her free hand joined the other washing Mr. Handsome. She settled in a slow up and down motion, seeming to enjoy the sight of her hands at work. Without making eye contact, she asked, ‘Monsieur, do you think I’m pretty?’ The question struck me as so ridiculous I was able to find my voice. ‘No, Becky, I don’t think you’re. He didn't know that she knew a thing.Or perhaps he didn't care. Maybe he didn't care in the slightest that she knew where he was going. That would be an even bitter pill to swallow indeed.She wanted Frank. Nobody but him. She loved him as much as she had when they first met. He had changed a lot, and yet she loved him in exactly the same way.No matter how much he mistreated her, and loved her, she loved him the way she always had. But Frank only needed her for his front of respectability.How. Jose slipped his cock into her pussy, holding on to her hips. Michelle looked up and stared straight ahead as Jose entered her. I stepped back to shield them from any possible view, while Jose pounded his cock deep into Michelle’s pussy. Michelle balled up her fists and pounded them on the table top as the first orgasm tore through her. Jose slapped his pelvis against her, wrapping his hands around her waist. She reached behind her and grabbed Jose’s ass and squeezed it, lowering her head as. I visited her at least once a day for most of my childhood. But, mere days after my eleventh birthday, she passed away. No one knew the true cause for her passing, but many believed the cats turned on her and ate her alive. I never believed such a thing.I had often fantasized about seeing her again, but knew it was nothing more than wishful thinking. Yet there I stood, feeling like an excited little girl visiting her favorite aunt after a long day at school. I feared I had reverted back to that.