Me hunched overmine.Making love unseenOur minds entwined.My wife downstairsCooking my meal.You?re not my affairBut how would she feel ? You take me aw...yTo faraway placesWe all live our livesOn the other sideof our faces.But what of your husband ?Or is she really your wife ?Can I truly be sure ?Would I gamble my life ? You turn me onWith words and your witsI?ve seen them for sure.Unlike your faceor tits.My pants round my anklesIt?s your voice I hear.?Your supper?s ready?.Yes, I?mcoming dear ! . Instead she just leaned in, placed a hand on the back of her head. and kissed her lips. The shock of the other woman’s hot lips sent fire through Iona. Her lips parted, and she felt a soft, exploring tongue slip through, retreating away from her mouth before she could react. Her mind panicked, somehow feeling like she was going to get in trouble, but also unable to think. When the chieftain pulled away, she gripped Iona's hair, tilting her head upwards, and ran her fingers lightly over her face. His lusty touch made her soft flat abdomen quiver. He kissed her flat stomach and her navel and he probed her navel with his tongue. My wife moaned, “Aahh” when the doctor rotated his tongue deep into her navel. Her body shivered at his lusty touch.He went to the gyno bed and whispered something in my wife’s ear. The powerful microphone picked up his whisper.He said to my wife, “Ms, you are so beautiful and fuckable. Mr. Somu is so lucky to have you as his surrogate wife.” She shivered by. Crossing over he quietly took a seat in Emma's old rocking chair. Rosalie understood. Walking over, she carefully placed his baby daughter in his arms.He would in days to come often refer to her as his little Sweetheart of the Prairie. He bestowed upon her the name her mother had picked out for her. He named her Abigail.Two years later...She's only two years old, but that little girl means more to me than all the world, he thought, as he watched her running and playing in the large yard.He was.