All Chapters of INFATUATION (An Hour Love): Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

Note: STATEMENTS IN THE () ARE TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH LANGUAGE.  She stretched her right hand to the table and carried the plate of ice cream, I collected it from her with my left hand. The plate had only one plastic spoon attached to it, perhaps, because it was meant for me alone. I removed the seal to open it, then took a full spoon and fed it to Maribel first, and filled another spoon for myself.  (Hmmm! Purple berry flavored ice cream from the purple queen.)  (Yeah! You love it?)  (Of course, I do, queen!) She laughed. I fed her another full spoon and some drops spilled on her tities, I licked the drops off her boobs. We continued with the ice cream as we discussed.  (You know, when I was a kid - in elementary four, my English teacher asked us to write a composition about our dads. I wrote a ver

NOTE: ALL THE STATEMENTS IN THE () ARE TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH LANGUAGE.  I got up from the bed, walked to the guest fridge, and returned with a bottle of chilled water, I removed the seal and opened it; and fed some water to Maribel. She drank up almost half of the bottle, and I drank up the rest of it. I dropped the emptied bottle on the table and returned to the bed; went on both knees between Maribel's legs and massaged her feet gently.  (Sweetheart.)  (Yeah baby!)  (I know it's been a minute since I hit it, but I want to do something different.)  (What do you want to do this time bad boy?)  (I want to fuck you in the shower, baby girl.)  (Okay! Let's go.)  (A minute please, let me play a special song.) 

Screamed Auto as Zoom zoomed off with the California and the packet of rolling paper. Auto and I discussed as we walked to the dance floor. The sound of the music grew louder. "G, I think painting his crib all red is quite showy and off code. What you think man?" "Loud, his old man painted the crib this way before he bought the fam. He was a 'Wilder' and still a 'Wilder' in heaven. Young lad Zoom represents him on earth now, as a worthy son.” “Yeah, he does.” I responded in my relaxed voice. We continued walking. We came to the sitting room which was however the party ground. The sitting room was quite large and so staggeringly decorated with inordinate red lights and balloons. Most of the guests sat on the sofas and side stools, and the bar stools, the rest stood leaning against the walls. A few guests were dancing while others just smoked and drank. It was pre