"Oh God yes," she sighed, "it feels so nice and Pat's squeezing my boobs too." There're fucking tits not boobs you slut," I called out."He's squeezing...my tits," she amended."Just like Ben did on our wedding day," I said."Yes, yes, just like that," she said her voice becoming strained now."Tell me about Ben squeezed your tits," I ordered."Yes tell us," said Ben over the loud speaker."Please it was just a little squeeze," she said. "You caught me coming down from changing into my going away. Want a buddy to go see a movie with? Abbie's your girl. Moving across town and want help with some boxes? Someone to walk the dog? To paint the house? To go the park?Abbie never let anything stand in her way of helping her friends. 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. "He received what!" He called out to the spy."It was a letter warning him not to attend Parliament when it opens; it told him to be out of London altogether, milord." The spy said."But why Monteagle? Why not anyone else? Does he have a relative in the Catesby plotters?" He asked and then turned to another spy."I'm trying to remember ... yes milord he does, it's Francis Tresham but I would have thought that he was a loyal member of the plotters, I didn't think he would have..." That worthy. My hands move over the hot flesh of your tight little ass as I pull your little panties to the side. I press against you again. You feel something hard and hot against your skin as it slides over your ass, moving lower, rubbing the lips of your sweet pussy.“No, no, no… daddy, please. Oh god, MOM!!” you scream for her again, but she can’t hear you and doesn’t look up to notice us.Smiling as I kiss your neck, feeling your hot young body. “You’re mine baby…” Without warning, I thrust my cock.