Chapter 141

Theresa let out a little spree of bay chuckles and picked up her red wine to sip, thereafter bobbing her shoulder. "I should have known. Birds of the same feathers... So you don't mind that your mate has another mate?" She gave the lady a rather distinguished pointed perusal.
"They were only pretending. It wasn't real," Rebecca forwarded.
"That's enough," Alonso replied, finishing the remaining space demarcating us. "I think it's time to set some things straight. I can't delay anymore, If we are going to make things work around here, so I speculate we start from the minimal ones." He extended his right hand to me while I watched it with a thudding heart, prodding him with my orifice about what he is up to.