”“Sorry, that came out wrong. I meant if I’m going to engage in pre-marital sex.”Dad shook his head and turned back to his workbench and silen...tly began sanding the chair leg. I waited two minutes, and when he didn’t say anything more, I went upstairs.“How did it go?”“About as badly as it could have,” I said. “He disagrees with you allowing Becky and me to share my bed.”“I know.”“He also seems to have changed the rule of me asking you whether things are OK or not. I guess it’s up to him now. And. Nobody knew where she came from and on one or two occasions, I’ve heard her speaking French. Not the rough, backwater patois that the Cajuns speak, either. That’s a type of peasant French dialect that’s long gone now in old France itself. What I heard was what Madame Montclaire told me was pure Parisian French, the kind they sure don’t speak here. She wasn’t aware that I’d overheard her either time, but she was muttering something to herself while she was trying to clean up a room in a bit of. Giving up, Betsy got out of the limousine. The two young women stood and watched it pull away. Sally could tell that Betsy was upset.“You know ... your luggage is still at the airport. I’d bet you could order a limousine to come get you, eat while the limousine is on its way here, pick up the luggage at the airport, and still get to the hospital before she sees a doctor.”Having heard stories about how long patients had to wait before being seen by a doctor, Betsy was sure that Sally was right.. ‘I thought I was her to clean the carpet?’ He asked in a teasing tone. She paused, still holding his cock, his destruct- ive force in her hand. ‘I have to make sure the equipment is sound before I have you drag it across my carpet, don’t I?’ Her eyes sparked. The carpet cleaner could smell her sweet pussy from his standing position, her musk overwhelmed his sense of reason, it made his head swim. He wanted nothing more in his life than to be balls deep in that heavenly honey-pot. ‘Lady…’ He.