.. very invigorating, Mr. Fogg, very invigorating."I concluded my travels by moving down her arm and caressing the inside of her wrist. We kissed agai..., softly, with no perceived urgency on either of our part and it lasted quite a while. But for all that time, I maintained my casual stroking of her wrist, raising her ardor higher and higher. As soon as our lips separated, I was moved to kiss her wrist, using my tongue to tickle the flesh there on her pulse point and I felt it pick up and begin. Also she had on her “fuck me” boots as I liked to call them. These were killer boots, knee high, 5 inch heels, made her legs and ass look great. I got hard every time I saw my sister wearing them. I didn't expect her home that night in that out fit.I was quite surprised later that night, I had been flipping through the skin flicks on TV trying to remember how great Erin's boots were and thinking about playing with myself when I heard the front door slam open and closed. I quickly turned off the. Dear."She gave his thigh a little squeeze. "Thank you, sweetie. I'm famished.Would you mind terribly stopping somewhere to get me a coffee?" Shepouted prettily. "Cream but no sugar." She added parenthetically, "I'malready sweet enough." That got a chuckle from him. She was pleasedthat he was relaxing. "And I would give anything for a cheese Danish.If that's not too much to ask." Not at all." He kept stealing sidelong glances at her bust and thigh,both well shown off by the cut of the. That and you were on the verge of three also." Wren's mother said.Wren's hands clenched into fists, damn nosey bitch Wren thought. Rapidly typing several commands, she smiled. "So, going back to the first of this what the hell do you want?" Your marriage is ready; I need you to return. We need a new heir; I can no longer produce children. This leaves it on you, now come in NOW!" Wren's mother said forcefully."I told you before I will not be bossed around like this nor will I marry a pissant,.