"Calm down, I was just playing with ya!" The look of relief on Allison's face was priceless. "If it's really that important to you, I'll take care of ...t."A small smile escaped her lips. "Thank you," she practically whispered.Shit, I ought to be committed for what I'm about to do, Ben thought to himself. But he was a decent guy. Not perfect by any stretch, but at least respectable. It appeared that Ally's body had changed with her makeover, but her mind had not. And that could easily get her. “I think it’s time I met Commander Grant,” he said ominously.They calmed Calara down, reassuring her that everything would be fine, and promising they would be back shortly. She watched them leave, biting a nail nervously.Alyssa followed along besides John as he strode angrily towards the elevator. He was absolutely fuming with rage, and she had never seen him like this before.Fucking with someone who has PTSD! he snarled to himself. What the fuck does he thinks he’s playing at?!Alyssa decided. A little daughter or a son who would bring life to our beloved home.But now my husband stood before me. I knew his look when he had to deliver bad news to me. He was not the type who could talk a long time about the bush. All too clear and familiar was our relationship to delude the other can. So we both sat at the small kitchen table, which indeed alone was enough for both of us, even though the kitchen was very spacious. He began to talk, from the meeting in which he was now obsessed with. Vanessa spread her legs for a kiss and lick. Phyllis gave her a long lick, tonguing inside and up to her clitoris making Vanessa shiver and hold Phyllis’ head against her for another lick. Just the one long lick delighted her.“No, just one lick. You taste good but I don’t want to spoil you.” Phyllis laughed and Vanessa let her dress fall down. “You’re right,” she said. “I should save myself but you know how to lick so good!” “Let’s have some more lemonade,” Phyllis said, changing the.