I’m trying my best to reassure him of how well his sister has been since moving here, away from their childhood village. ‘She told you about him;...that scumbag that called himself family? I swear to god if he ever gets out of prison I’ll be going in myself for murder’. His mouth stops in a hard line after his words left. He looks frustrated and makes a fist before resting his forehead on it. He looks lost; like a predator that’s lost its’ prey. I have the urge to cuddle him and protect him with. ”“Seriously? They really don’t care?”“If it was a problem, they wouldn’t have married me.”“True. So did you ask?”“No, because they’d just tell me to do it. I told them why I made my decision and that I was going to talk to you. Jessica proposed I talk to you and follow your guidance. I agreed because I know what your guidance will be!”Michelle smiled, “Interesting.”“Why?”“My guidance is that you take her to bed. But on one condition.”“Hang on! You’re telling me that?”“Yes. But there’s a. And he shouldn't have inveigled her into marrying him with her mother's connivance. It was bound to end in tears, and lo and behold, it has." He doesn't see it that way. Has she moved in with you?"I looked at him, "No." I paused, "But we are talking. We agreed we would talk everything through, and then see where we are, on Tuesdays and Thursdays." And how's that going?" Lousy. We met twice. Tuesday wasn't so bad. But last night we argued, and she went home early. Nothing dramatic, just a. I kissed her hard on the lips and then steered her head toward my pussy. Her eyes showed her understanding as she lowered her head.I expected to feel her tongue against my slick lips but instead, I felt two fingers pushed firmly into my hot aching slit.I screamed and bucked at the sensations that were overwhelming me. Those fingers were opening me up, pushing deep, stretching me wide, releasing yet more of my slick honey.Bethany wriggled and slipped my legs over her shoulders, as she knelt up.