These are the things that make Maggie so different and special. Maggie isn’t only a good mistress for him but is also a mate.“Oh God, YES! Ohhhhh ...�� Gunnar … I’m … you’re … oooooooo …”Maggie squirms from his attention and quickly strips off her skirt and turns to her hands and knees. She is panting now in her need and wags her ass side to side at him.“Come to me, Gunnar. Finish me off like you can do.” She feels him jump onto her back, the fur of his chest on her bare ass, then feels him grab. .. Six o'clock. Can you come to my consulting room? It's at the house"Sharp as a razor! There was a rumbling laugh from the other end. She couldn't imagine that voice having hysterical giggles after falling out of bed."I gather things are a bit public at that end. Bless you. I know where you live I'll be there on the dot." Come straight to the consulting room, not the house. It's at the side. There's a plate. Dr Carter, my maiden name." God she thought, maiden. Now that was a while ago. Better. Unless there was some kind of emergency or if the circumstance was inappropriately dangerous, she always said yes.The nicest thing about it was that no one ever asked anything too much of her. She was so agreeable that everyone she knew had the greatest respect for her. No one pushed the boundaries, no one took advantage. Until one day ...Author's note: If this is your first time reading "Always, Abbie," please continue below. If you're familiar with her adventures, you might like the thread. "Is that it?" I asked. "She came, so what?" I was getting used to my sister and her sexy ways."You're missing the point, Dave," Angie laughed and as she wrapped her arms around my neck to kiss me, I felt the warm wetness spreading all over my groin."She didn't?"Angie nodded, "She did, she pissed all over him!" I couldn't help it," Mickey protested. "He'd got me going."I slipped a hand down beneath Angie, to where she was cheerfully soaking my shorts and eased a finger into her pussy, a gentle.