"Don't jest, monsieur!" I mean it," I insisted with moral empathy, for I understood that she'd be upset having lost both of her parents. "I said that ...'m sorry, and I am." But don't you realize who mother is? Even now?"I shook my head."Monsieur," she said. "I may be the daughter of the Marquis de Lyons, but my mother was his wife. She was Isabelle Douviere."Time stood still. "His wife?"I felt the spiders scurrying towards the cracks and searching for cover. There was no past or future, just a. Paul stood there admiring her body, her rock-solid abs and massive arms and shoulders."Well, come on; what are you waiting for? Don't make me come over there and rip the clothes off your back," she said only half joking.Paul quickly began to unbutton his shirt as he watched her struggle out of her jeans. In a matter of seconds they were down to their underwear. As he started to remove his briefs she reached out, grabbed his hand, and told him to stop."I want to unwrap my present if you don't. More

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