While I read the sports pages on ourcommuter train, she would usually be studying, and her every spare momentwas filled with reading or preparing for ...another exam. Within two years,she was managing a small team, and revelling in her work.And me? Well, my degree was fine, considering the amount of work I did. Iplayed rugby twice a week at Uni, and enjoyed the social life. I have anatural aptitude for figures and a logical mind, so my Maths degree camequite easy considering. I did remember having. They were innocent and their deaths weighted on me. Again, my justification that the pack came first helped but not as well as when the deaths were of bad people.There was a possibility that other innocents had been killed or injured. All I could do was hide within the entity that was the pack.The three of us drove to the farm and stopped at our usual spot. I could sense Emily much easier now. "Hi Emily. We've come to take you home." She could not send this far so I continued. "There's one man. “Oh guess what Abigail,” my mother turned to face me from the front seat of the car. My dad and Gregory still talking. “We are home?” I asked enthusiastically, knowing it was not the answer, but how badly I had wanted to be out of that car and up in my room relaxing. “Well no,” she said with a small laugh, looking between Gregory and my father, understanding where I was coming from. “But I spoke with Henry this morning and they had enough people to work this holiday, so he gets to come home to. The show we were watching ended, and we made our way to the bedroom, kissing each other and leaving a trail of clothing on the way there. I threw her on to my bed and climbed between her thighs, kissing and licking every inch of her body, intentionally ignoring her pussy with the exception of brushing her clit on occasion. Driving her crazy before I had to taste her, my tongue dancing around her beautiful pierced clit. My fingers exploring her folds before pushing one inside her and then two,.
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