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"The male model you were with was Abi, right?"
It was exactly like that. In the end, Moreau's fear came to pass. She knew her mother wasn't stupid enough to not recognize the shape of Abihirt's arm, but the anticipation was already in full design. Moreau realized she was going to learn how to be like this. "Abi? Your husband?" she asked almost deliberately in amazement. The special spark in Barbara's mind needed convincing. Moreau was trying. Hoping it didn't include a complicated journey and something that might catch fire. "You knew your own mother, Moreau." Moreau took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. "That's why I don't quite understand why you brought Abi's name up here. He's your husband. You should know him better, Mom," sRelated chapters
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Moreau expressed a serious right, thinking Barbara would understand her, but she did not. The woman instead left a smile with a chilling impression, one that specifically involved instant coaxing. The stuffed panda would change ownership. It was so obvious .... Moreau shook her head disapprovingly. She wanted to snatch it right away. Almost... yes, in the end Barbara got out of the way first. "It will be mine, while you can tell Juan to buy a new one. One more thing, did you stay at the hotel again last night?" A clichéd transition for Moreau to abandon the desire to fight for something that was hers. There was no response, other than the need to tug on Barbara's upraised arm. "Mom ...." Moreau urged her mother in exasperation. Howe
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Can't sleep .... It was unwanted moments like this that eventually led Moreau to ponder skeptically in the kitchen. The various thoughts at the top of her head wanted her to continue to be lured into the quietest of situations. Expecting to be alone, though that could not really be concluded. There was a puff of smoke... very faintly wafting around in the air. Leaving a certain impression, so that Moreau knew; she needed to wait, stirring the melted hot chocolate longer so that the flavor wouldn't burn, like the times when Barbara deprived her of sole possession. Nothing seemed to interest Moreau more than to think about how wide Barbara's interest in something, someone else's, could be categorized under the need to share. She would not deny that she had learned the irony of her mother's attitude. Barbara went so far as to assume that everything could play a part, as if there was nothing substantial, that the woman underestimat
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Basic nature always led to the instinct of speech. Moreau slightly gasped as the remaining rebellion in her slowly supplied the leeway to make a determined decision. Speak even though Abihir's thumb was closest to the corner of her lips. Moreau did not know what the man's thoughts were anchored to, and if the odd gelenyar could affect the rugged situation around the room. She wanted to get rid of Abihirt's touch by venturing to grasp her stepfather's arm. However, there was almost nothing to be proud of in a desperate situation... when she really couldn't push away, even just a little. Instead, Moreau had to find that Abihirt seemed to want to take one action so that she could take the man's thumb deep in her mouth, or imagine that she would take something bigger. Moreau's eyebrows knitted together, still facing the same situation. Questions arose absolutely in her mind regarding Abihirt's need to masturb
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Moreau did not say anything—never mind realizing they were about to reach the final scene - probably not. Her silence demanded to be part of a veiled flirtation. She pursed her lips, waiting for the moment when Abihirt would throw her lacy underwear in any direction after stripping it off with a searing sweep of his hand. The man's eyes were stern, as if giving Moreau a hint to be passive, though she was indeed frozen in despair, while Abihirt's handsome face faced right at the moist crevice of her legs. So close, sticking out his tongue, licking, lubricating the swollen flesh line on Moreau's body to make it even wetter and slipperier. "Mmm... Abi." Moreau murmured almost a wild moan. Unconditional courage made the whole brief experience feel wonderful. Forbidden. And yet, challenging. The fingers of Moreau's hand involuntarily formed a light squeeze. Abihirt had something to offer, she w
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The bed rattled, and Moreau was transfixed by the sight of her stepfather kneeling, while Abihirt's hand tentatively brushed the paper across the surface of a flat stomach covered in thick liquid. "I don't want to tire you out tonight. Get some sleep." Moreau gasped, a bit rushed to respond as Abihirt arranged to lie down in the remaining bed space. It was like this... so warm that Moreau almost forgot who the man really was. She had accumulated serious questions about whatever mistakes they had and had not made. It was supposed to be something, the oddest part when her instincts were too sure to place her face so close; between the surface of Abihirt's chest and the line of his shoulders, and then ask one thing in a near-whisper. "Don't you ever feel guilty about betraying my mother in this way?" Moreau's irises moved in various directions. Waiting for the man
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