Once mum said to me, “Oh Daniel, I do hope Vincent doesn’t break her heart, I wish you could find someone like Lucy, she’s lovely.” “You and...me both mum,” I thought, chance would be a fine thing. They adored her, and I think they had high hopes that Vince had turned away from his old habits. It lasted longer than I thought, and all seemed to go well for about a year, then one day when I went to visit mum and dad, Lucy was there and was obviously very upset. She came to me and sobbed into my. "You did nothing to apologize for," I told him. To prove that, I took his wrist again, moved his hand back under the table again and put it on my leg. Then took my wine and sipped at it. He reached and found my skirt's hem again. Once again his hand helped my skirt fall open under the table, and once again his hand found my knee.My legs were demurely crossed at the ankle under the table. His hand moved a little higher, his fingers tracing along the inside of my thigh. I am absolutely certain AJ. He controls himself wanting to save his energy for tonight’s festivities. “Dress dasha then go to the car I will be right there.” His words come out like an order just as he ment them to. She grabs the dress from next to his chair swiftly beginning to rise to her feet. Without a sound she covers her sleek form as she was told. Moving from him she teasingly lifts the hem as she bends forward to stretch. This exposes her half shaven slit to his eyes she hears his growl when he notices. Her ass. When she married we were happy for her but he was a piece of shit and he knew our contempt as we would cut him dead in his tracts, when he showed the slightest contempt for her. ‘When God makes them, he matches them’ was the in saying back then, and through time, as we all moved on, they drifted off our radar. In Stockholm not too long ago I met her, all swollen as she had been seeded and was now bearing the fruit of his loins, and about ready to drop. We chatted and after a few glasses of Red.