I did not meet Abbie really until designing and building the greenhouse. I did not know all the details of their relationship, and as you say, she do...s present herself in such a soft, feminine way that it is how you feel about her.”“I really hope things work out well for them when they have to face people who might not be as accepting and will voice their unacceptance. It is funny in a way. Abbie and I have never talked about that side of things. I wonder how much she has had to face that in. Sitting? Lying? Sprawled across it? Legs open? Closed? Fuck, fuck, what are his expectations? Am I decent, or indecent enough?I scurry to the bathroom and flick the light, the fluorescent tube ignition flashing then stabilising. Gripping the sink bowl, I stare at the jittery, reflected mess. Finger rake my hair. Good enough, despite having no idea what he has in mind; how far he'll push me in the next twenty-four hours.The main door lock disengages and my thoughts stall. He breezes past and. And she almost passed out. Her eyes were closed. Her breathing was abnormal, shorter, heavier, mixed.I couldn’t tell, I was scared. I just sat there. The room was filled with her breathing sounds. Her legs were shaking, I sat there for may be 2 minutes, and then, I called her,“Ankita….Ankita….heyy….you okay??” She was quiet, and then just nodded her head, expressing that she is fine. She got up, struggling, I helped her, and she just dropped herself onto me, her head resting on my shoulder.I. Once I got past the urge to regurgitate my dinner I started licking.I raised my eyes and Ronnie was leaning forward with her back on a pillow to allow her to watch. Sally had moved down along her body with me. I looked to the side and she was also looking me in the eyes.“Move back Ron. Let me clean her up. She has done it for me so now it’s my turn to do it for her.”I slid back on my haunches to allow Sally to access Ronnie’s sloppy pussy. I was right on the end of the bed by then so I stood.