Phir maine uske diwaal se lagya aur neeche gya aur aur uska naada khol ke uski gaand kaatne laga aur apni ungli daal diya aur uski gaand kaat’ta aur...chaat’ta rha. Phir ungli nikaal li aur apni jeebh daal li aur gaand ke ched ko chaat liya,aur vo mera sir pakad ke apni gaand mai ghusedne lagi. Phir maine usko apni taraf kiya aur uski geeli choot pe apne hoth rakh diye aur choot ko choom liya aur phir apni jeebh andar daal di aur use chaatne laga. Unki awaazein babur tez ho gayi thi aur baar baar. “You do speak French, don’t you?”Abby blushed even more as she whispered, “Yes, Miss.”“Now be a good little whore and get down on your knees and show me just how good you are.”Fiona leaned against Abby’s dressing table, tugging her dress up to her waist, revealing a pair of pale cream knickers with a very visible wet patch. Abby dropped to her knees and crawled, not breaking eye contact as she covered the short distance across the bedroom floor. She kissed her way up Fiona’s boot, her lips. "I have an idea that will help make up Valentines Day for the both of us, with your dad out of town and you not able to see your girlfriend, I have taken the time to make us a wonderful romantic dinner. I want you to shower, shave and wear whatever it is you were going to wear for your date and I will do the same, meet me at my room at seven o clock." My mother explained.I had to admit her idea did sound fun and it would not be that bad, my is attractive, she cooks well and she dressed sexily. The kitchen was neater than she’d ever kept it. He was upstairs reading while he pedaled away on his exercycle. He had arranged a contraption to hold the book open on a board in front of him without the use of his hands.“Love you,” she said poking her head in.“Love you,” he responded. She knew she wasn’t going to get anything more until he finished the chapter. But he soon came into the bedroom. He stripped off his track suit and slipped into bed beside her. “Mmm,” he said after the kiss, “I do.