Giselle-like, she jumped back up the three stairs, outside of the cell and closed the door behind her. It took her a moment to slide the padlock in pl...ce, behind the heavy metal cover designed to stop the lock being cut off, but it delayed the inevitable by only a few moments. The padlock clicked shut and Kate withdrew the key. She stood close up against the bars just above where Brad was standing. Her flowery skirt barely reaching half way to her knees. “How does that feel?” she purred as. But there you were, standing in my porch. Water dripped from your hair and your mascara had smudged down your cheek. We embraced. I held you close to me as we kissed. Our tongues exploring each other mouths. I pulled you into the warmth of my house and held your hand. I guided you safely upstairs where I turned on the shower. I slowly stripped your clothes off you and hung them to dry. I lingered slightly when I pulled down your panties, gently brushing my thumb over your clit. You squealed. As the boat rocked, so did we. Her wait shifted again but I held her firmly allowing her only one direction to move. Slowly, gently, she began to slip down my cock with the motion of the ocean aiding the way. A loud moan erupted from both of us as she bottomed out. I was completely sheathed in her womb. I was back inside my mother. "Oh god Tommy! Oh no, it feels so good!" She cried as she rose up to slide back down. Her moans growing louder as she leaned forward and bit my shoulder, wrapping. ‘Do you know anything about him?’ ‘No’ her mother answered as she began sorting through her daughter’s clothes for packing. ‘But I do know American men like small families, and you should be grateful for that. Do you know what having seven babies does to your back?’ ‘Yes mother, you’ve told me many times.’ ‘Good. So remember what I taught you about your duties as a wife.’ Laila cringed when her mother mentioned that task. The only thing more disturbing than the task itself is picturing her.