''Have fun,'' Angel said as her and Jess left. I glanced down at Emma before returning to the kitchen to finish my coffee.Jess had left her cigarette ...packet on the kitchen side, and while I would only say I was a social smoker, I decided to steal one. I wet out by the back door and opened it up, the sun was beating down on to the patio and I noticed that Dad didn't bother putting the barbecue away. I walked over to it and disconnected the gas hose, as I turned around I noticed that Emma had. The feel of the smooth silk and Basilia's fingersquickly made him explode. She kept working until she felt certain Jaycenhad not a drop more to give. "Did my darling give her husband all of herprecious milk? You wouldn't hold back from your husband, would youdarling? Good girl. You know that now we go from milk to honey. Ready,darling?"There were times she would keep him on the bed, insert a vibrator inhis pretty derriere and milk him again, telling him he was a naughtylittle heifer to not. I tried to stammer out an apology. Annette smiled, sweetly and compassionately.“You do not have to apologise to me. When I make love — because for me it is always making love, even when I behave like a harlot and say and do things that might shock—I give myself completely to my partner. He has my body, my soul, my brain, my bones, my blood, and yes, my love.”She looked at me tenderly. “I know that men, especially Englishmen, use the word sparingly, but when I am taken to rapture I become in. I sat down at the dining table as she came out of the kitchen with a hot carafe and a basket of fresh breakfast rolls. We had much in common since were both European. I was born in Germany and had spent some time in France and had been to Belgium. We had gotten acquainted with conversation about our time in the United States with our American husbands and our return to Europe and sex. Everything was sexy to her. Your husband is so sexy, is he a good lover? Always with a laugh. She said she had.