Actually their sex life was not at all bright. Because her husband had some connections with other girls in his office. She knows those things, but he... used to deny those things and quarrel with her. She told this problems with me. I could not find a solution for her. But my presence was totally a relax for her.My friend , her relative purposefully give time to us at night also, he goes out side for cinema. But he use to enquire the developments all the day. One day, on her birthday, I asked her. In the town of, Abbeville. In the middle of town, stands a huge white building with twirled pillars, and woodcraft that is pleasant to the eye. The bar was just a few short walks from the town's courthouse. Jean Leon was the owner of the establishment. He arrived in Abbeville just a few short months ago setting up his bar to make money, and found Abbeville very rewarding. He hired a few ladies that lived nearby, most were single. Work was hard for woman to find in Abbeville and Jean kept his. I parted her lips which were still slightly puffy from her night of love and began to lick her slit from the entrance to her tunnel up to her clitoris, which I sucked into my mouth. She tasted so nice, a mixture of her own sweet vaginal secretions and Pete's salty semen, which I knew so well. She put her hands behind my head, entangling her fingers in my hair, and I licked and kissed her fervently until she came, her hips writhing and her back arched as she surrendered to my loving. "Find the shackles and bring themout to the front! We have ourselves a thief!"Faces were appearing in doorways and in the hallway below. The indoorservants had come to see what the ruckus was about and then the Countessemerged from the drawing room. Burt locked eyes with his former mother;the woman who had always doted on him in his former life; and saw theexpression become one of disdain and repulsion.Somehow that was the worst thing that had happened to him so far: thatcondemnation from the.