" And that's exactly what I'm hoping to get over," Allison continued. "But they need to be able to talk this out without you there to scare them. You ...ould never do it by choice, of course, but right now with the role you've adopted, you can be a little intimidating." Okay," he said with a forced smile. "I don't mind giving you some privacy to talk things over."After clearing away the dishes, Allison took the kids up to the office, where they all sat down on the couches. They didn't know what. Her knees slip apart on the tile; more the better passage for her hand and fingers along her crotch. She gasps and moans, her mouth filled with hot air and saliva as she breaths and drips over Nathan’s swollen cock. Her over-heated body twitches and quivers beneath her night shirt, the clothing sticking to her skin. Suddenly, Nathan’s fingers dig roughly into her shoulder. A low, growling groan starts up from his throat until it’s rattling out and spilling into the confines of the bathroom. Aya. Makena was still draped across Marcus’ chest and stomach. They had spent the last few hours just like that, talking and playing and wrestling. Makena let out the soft moan she was holding in. Marcus’ caressing stopped. ‘Sorry, Honey. It just felt good in my hands.’ Makena swatted him with a pillow. ‘Shut up!’ Marcus pushed Makena on her back, holding her down and softly kissing her neck. ‘I will not.’ He then got up, heading towards the bathroom. ‘I’ll be back.’ Makena sat up in bed as the. The minutes ticked on as she started to lose herself in the fiction, the time marked by the moon moving in the sky through the darkened window, alone in a single pool of light in the cosy little hospital lounge. Unwittingly she nodded off, the book dropping from her grip to the floor and thoughts of princes and princesses, slaves and playthings, drifting through her sleeping mind. She didn't know what had awoken her, perhaps a noise, perhaps the sense of being watched. She didn't want to appear.