They kissed again; deliciously; searing and Moreau's hands slowly trailed down her stepfather's face, feeling the man's rough jaw, admiring a little, wishing to always get used to the beautiful texture there even if she had to be surprised to feel Abihirt deliberately spread her legs wide.
The man probably didn't want to be completely naked so chose to only strip half of the cloth pants, revealing a cock that seemed to swell hard. Moreau swallowed roughly as the man prepared to enter her. It was almost too easy and too short to make her restless; full; especially when Abihirt began to move; at first with a tentative tempo—slowly turning into a delicious pounding. Moreau instinctively bit her lower lip. Another pure action ended up wanting to touch the man's arm. Only for a moment, because Abihirt seemed too sanctioned to let her, perhaps, dig her fingernails in to leave claw marks. The man's touch felt like a devastating blow. Moreau swallowed harshly, helpl"Darling, where's your ring? Why aren't you wearing it?" They had actually almost finished dinner together, but Barbara instinctively asked the question between silences. The woman's brow furrowed deeply. Perhaps she had just realized after a few hours that she had met a man who was suddenly silent, as if he was thinking about something, although he did not look anxious about something too close. It was the complete opposite of how Moreau handled herself. From the start she had tried hard to blend in. Trying not to stand out, or hoping not to leave an odd impression in everyone's presence, until everything she did felt very numbing. It was only slightly thankful that Roger was nowhere to be seen in the house when Abihirt came out of her room. Now, even the man seemed to be casually watching the one—sided conversation—still hanging in the air. Barbara's question should find an answer soon, though Moreau was sure her stepfather was looking for an excuse, since the ma
The first time she walked into the room it was quiet. There were lingering shadows of romance. Moreau's irises looked straight at the bed. There, the place where they had an intimate relationship that went too far, and then it all ended with a lot of pretense. Moreau's breath came in rough gasps, trying to get rid of the dirty things in her mind. Better to get on with what needed to be done, she soon bent down at the foot of the bed to take a look at things around her. There was hardly anything to be found. Perhaps it was not scattered on the floor surface. She immediately put one hand down to touch the surface of the mattress. The shape of the bed was at least an illustration of where brief attention could be diverted. Moreau started by removing the thick, scattered blankets, then lifted the pillows in search of answers. It felt a little strange when she didn't find anything. Now that, slowly, worried her. It was certain that Barbara would keep asking questions
"Why are you so fierce?" The man asked after being sure Moreau would kick him out. There was nothing to elaborate on. They both knew how Froy deserved to be treated unfairly, to which Moreau immediately closed the room door and locked it in additional anticipation. This would be better. Without distractions. Without any bad prospects trying to take over. Faintly... no more of Froy's voice. Moreau stared for a few moments at the door. She should have resumed her pending needs. Really, really not putting the center of attention on the last point of the ring that should have been obtained, and when turning around .... The shadow of someone's body out there seemed to have just inserted an explosive device in her heart. Moreau didn't know she was about to be blown to pieces. Transfixed. Almost helpless. She had no choice but to stare at the image of herself under surveillance. Abihirt's presence was too vague, but there was no denying that the man looked very dangerous
Moreau felt there was something odd after the complex situation between them had subsided. There were no more things to try to bring to the surface. Froy hadn't tried to find an opening since she'd kicked the man out of the room. Or actually, a little preoccupied with some activities between having to take care of the upcoming wedding, as well as one need regarding his uncle's attention. A few times Moreau had caught Froy trying to coax. Often, perhaps. It was just that Abihirt didn't seem to show any interest. Let alone respond. In the end, the man gave up and decided not to make a significant gesture. Froy was under Gloriya's supervision. Perhaps anyway... times like these were stressful. Good, if that was the case. Moreau would not face any charges. The few days here were better. Even the occasional message from Juan was overlooked. She wanted to tell the man about the incredibly pleasant scenery here. Juan would like it very much. She think She'll take some pictures
Moreau blinked for a moment, almost unconsciously making a huffing sound. "What did you make that cake for?" She even had to lose control when she finally asked the question. "It's Abi's birthday tomorrow. He didn't want a party, so I took the initiative to just give him a cake." That was quite a surprise. Moreau had received no hint of anything important from her stepfather. There was nothing conspicuous or she understood a little if it turned out that Abihirt did not have an enthusiastic attitude about tomorrow. "How old is he, if I may know?" asked Moreau just to make sure about some of the things she had outlined as conclusions. Maybe something was wrong, or it was just never the right guess. "33. Why?" Apparently it was supposed to be like that. She hadn't guessed wrong. It was also Barbara's birthday in a few months, so it was a reasonable calculation. "No, it's not. Just curious." Moreau thinned her lips unconsciously after say
The faint clatter of someone's steps behind the door could be heard approaching. Added to that was the jingling of keys that gave away the information there. Someone was about to enter, but some of them had to be wary. Moreau glanced around but found nothing—all was dark, only a few acceptable candles lit. They needed to start the countdown, then when the time came... she would twist the bottom of the confetti popper vigorously. Three .... Two .... One .... The sound of loud popping and paper flying instantly spread throughout the place. "Happy age, Darling. I love you." Barbara's voice was the first to come to the surface after the dark room burst into flames. This was part of the woman's plan. Her husband had been asked to leave for some time with the involvement of Roger, who despite the doctor's refusal, eventually agreed to kidnap and return Abihirt at the appointed time. It was already late. However, they still surprised him in the
"It's getting late. Better get some sleep. I'm going to take a shower." Indeed, on the subject of water. Moreau should underline that the events of the day did not take too long. During the night, the flow had been very strong; just as in the morning, Abihirt had also used the hose to bathe Chicao. The man was now—no, just now—touching Barbara to give her a hint. "Why go straight to the room? Don't you want to eat your birthday cake first?" Her mother's question made Moreau hold her breath. It was instinctive, not caused by anything else. What was quite relevant could perhaps be related to Abihirt's current attitude. "I'll it that tomorrow." The man added as he walked away. Too cold to leave everyone almost transfixed, but also not trying to prevent. "I already told you. Aside from not liking parties, Abi is not interested in being surprised at all. You saw his expression earlier. You'd better disperse." Roger expressed such a statement as
However, Moreau even felt quite shocked imagining her mother's attitude later. Would Barbara eventually get angry, sue Abihirt and then they would fight; stirring things up unnaturally? That wouldn't have happened if one of them would have stepped aside from the argument. There is a validity to Moreau's point of view from her mother's point of view. It was difficult for Barbara to give in. In fact, it seemed impossible to quell the anger after all the effort had been wasted. Or perhaps it would all depend on how Abihirt finished the business left behind. The man had been willing to apologize to her. Maybe it wouldn't sound so bad to do the same for Barbara. Moreau knew in the end that would be the conclusion. There was nothing more and nothing to regret. It would be best if she closed her eyes. Try to sleep. Forget the inappropriate parts. Had neither Barbara nor Abihirt given her the right to comment on their relationship? She wouldn't say anything. The third per