“Hey there. I've seen you around before.” He sat down beside me, and I tried to look like I didn't want to talk to him. “Listen, I think I know ...hat you're going through.”“Can you go, please? I just want to study”“My names Gabriel.” He ignored my refusal to talk. “I know how you want to be a popular kid, and more attractive. I can help you with that.”I looked at him curiously, but I was skeptical about his claim. That's when he handed me an ornate glass vial filled with a purple liquid. “If you. .. in how many times she'd had sex before she met you, what kind of sex it was, and with whom? Would you?" he said challengingly."I didn't think so," he concluded, seeing the answer on my face.In truth, those would be things that were none of my business--things that were part of Carl's "fictional" divorcee's private past. They were things a man marrying a divorcee would automatically get past. He'd live with her past as a matter of course and not feel any the worse; he'd feel no humiliation,. When I woke up, Angel was still sleeping with a contented smile on her face. A little too contented for my taste. I decided to clean up and got out of bed, took a shower and slipped back in to cuddle with my sleeping bride. ‘Please, darling. I’m exhausted, after fucking you half the night, I need a little rest!’ Angel replied in her half-asleep voice. ‘Fucking half the night!’ What the hell was she talking about? Unless… I decided to investigate more closely. I started kissing her on her. “Your pussy belongs to me.” Something about the confidence in his voice. The clarity of it right before his tongue grazed the folds of her labia and then circled like a predator… Every part of her ached for more.Heat teased along the hood of her clit. Teeth nipped at her mound. She wanted more—nearly desperate—but his hips shifted away. The fight to keep him seated in her throat was a losing one, even with her hands clenched at his cute cheeks. Ehma grumbled as the head left her lips with the.