It’s always been a dream of mine to come here.” I suddenly feel comfortable with him and it’s so relaxing standing here in his arms. I feel And...re’s body shift a bit and he starts to nuzzle and kiss my neck. He’s sending shivers down my back. I turn slightly in his arms and he softly kisses my mouth, taking his time. His feathery kisses are warming me from the inside. His kiss deepens and I part my mouth so his tongue can slip in. Rubbing my tongue with his tongue so slowly, so sensually. Now. The small porch that the home held was supported by four columns that were curved and seemed slightly worn. There were dead leaves that lined the entire outside of the porch. I looked up at the windows and the roof. The windows were shaded and seemed to have slightly broken shutters. The roof was as old as the building itself and need badly to be re-shingled. As I stared up a drop of snow dropped on my head. I looked at the massive woman once again and smiled. ‘Don’t force me to drag you in.. Enjoy the show, I know I will." The screen scrambled for a moment then snapped back into focus.Cynthia was wearing a tight black cocktail dress and she looked good. The time notation was 7:55 PM. Jack watched as George kissed Cynthia and rubbed his hands up and down her back, lingering on her ass. He reached up and pulled her zipper down. It was hard to hear what was being said so Jack turned up the sound.The sounds of kissing and moaning filled the room. George took the shoulders of her dress. Bella was amazed at the man’s audacity,’ ‘Mr. Marchio, you know I didn’t exactly have a choice in this-threats of murder will do that to you,’ she stated sarcastically. He chuckled, and smiled at her, ‘Such a firecracker Bella, you will be a great wife for my Devante. And please call me Babbo-Father, or at least Sal. No more Mr. Marchio- we are family!’ As Bella watched mesmerized, Mr. Marchio- or Sal as she was now to call him because she was sure as hell not calling him Babbo, motioned to.