The way you acted, the kindness that you showed, the way that you kind of took over in a situation where I wasn’t coping,’ she said, quickly so th...t she could get it out, while she had courage. ‘I was feeling about as low as possible. You have simply perked me up, and I don’t know why but your piano playing was almost a life saver for me, with its beauty. I have almost forgotten, in my gloominess, about beauty.’ She hesitated then and gave him a look that showed her seriousness. ‘I want to be. He wants to make that announcement himself, like I told you. Don’t you dare tell Owen either. I told you that in confidence. He really wants to make the announcement himself, maybe tonight.“But to answer your question: he’s at the market getting stuff for the week. Ever since he’s gotten more used to his legs, he’s been wanting to do more stuff on his own,” she said.“I sure am glad things worked out for him there,” said Abby. “And no, I won’t clue Owen. He will be appropriately surprised for. They struggled for a bit on the ground, until Luverlee locked her legs around Ironad's waist and pulled him into a scissors hold. I guess she had him held tight, because Ironad kept trying to break free, but he couldn't do it. Every time that he'd try to rise up, she'd pull him back down. All the time, they continued to moan and groan as they fought."Ironad moaned some words, which I couldn't hear, in Luverlee's ear. She released him, and he fell on his back, but he wasn't there long, when. The prick slid into its sheath, slowly, smoothly, deeply, and stretching her as she had long wanted. She arched her back her breasts soft and spread the nipples like twin towers on soft mountains of flesh his mouth sucking at her throat, his hips retracting and thrusting into her like some prehistoric battering ram, each thrust gaining a gasp of shear lust, each gasp effecting his sister s hand, in time in her room, the thrusts getting more urgent, the cry`s more plaintive, more loud, more.