She was wearing a black top and track pants. She looked very young and cheerful.I was about to touch her feet when she stopped me and hugged me instea...d.‘I am not yet an amma, Nayan’, she said. I smiled in reply.We talked about my graduation, internship, home and future plans over coffee.I worked for two days straight and ate at work itself. I got off for the weekend and decided to stay at home since I was too tired to go out. On Friday, at dinner, I and the kids sat around the dining table. A black leather gloved hand came from the robe and lightly, almost lovingly, touched the right side of her face tracing down her body and wrapping around her left breast. She had been scared there when she was learning to cook years earlier. The hand now caressed that scar and withdrew back into the robe. A mechanical voice began to speak. It was piercing into her soul. “You have been brought here. No one knows where you are. Everyone thinks that you’re dead. You had a beautiful funeral. You. I said nothing, but from behind me I heard Alexis say, “you can join us if you want, but we understand if you don’t want to.”I glanced back in surprised and mouthed the words, “What are you doing?” Opening my eyes wide in astonishment, I think I stopped breathing as I waited for Sally reply.Sally stopped with one foot on the next step and for what seemed like ages to me but was probably no more than a couple of seconds, in reality, she pondered the question.Turning to face us, she smiled and. .." Jenny starts breathing hard, and moaning, as my tongue probes deeper and deeper into her quickly moistening snatch. Speaking of that, her juices taste really good, so much so, I might just make a thing of eating her out every day. Judging by the sounds she's making, I don't think she'd object. Finally, I start licking and sucking on her throbbing clit, and I can tell by her voice that she's about to cum. When she does, she lets out a high-pitched whine, which I'm half afraid might alert.