"I think I like England" she licked her lips, waiting for a reaction. "That's insane, Emma? Leaving us like that? What the heck are we supposed to do?" Lucy questioned, Sarah looked at her speechlessly."I don't know… honestly I think it's crazy, but I also love the fact we would be moving, not like I am going to leave a different life, but it's safe for my baby… especially Juan is free roaming Seattle" "That's understandable, I'm gonna miss you" Sarah said.Night crept and Gemma stepped into the dark apartment, she took off her coat and shoes, looking around, the place was totally dark and lonely, finally she turned on the light, and stepped down walking into the sitting room, all should feel was loneliness, opening the curtains, she looked through the floor to ceiling wall, staring at the city lights below her that were bright and shining through. The next day, Gemma arrives at Nita's studio in a yellow polo and Jean skirt, matched with a white sneakers, and a white coat over.

A car parked at Marbella's house, Gemma got down, still terrified she looked around, hoping they weren't followed. There she spots her mother running out of the house. "Oh my goodness, Gems" she says, opening her hands for a hug, Gemma takes off her black shades, hugging her. "Oh god, mom" she says, melting in her arms, the clouds were dark and the night was cold. "Come in," she pulls back, Gemma places her hand in her coat, following her into the house. As soon as the door closed, Gemma sighed and rushed to get a grip. "He's been following me, I'm scared mom" she said, Marbella helps her to the kitchen, and gives her a glass of water, she stands there watching her drink fast, and breathing hard. "He's stupid! What does he want from me? I think something is wrong with Juan, he wasn't like this, it's so scary" she complained, swallowing her breath and exhaling loudly as she spoke. "What was he like then?" Marbella asked, Gemma raised her gaze to her, speechless. "He wanted you th

Days in Oman had been lovely, it was like a honeymoon. Spending the day and night with the one who loves you, and whom you love.There were times, when it was just books, and him reading to her the novels she has picked out, and her paying close attention while she admired his sweet heavenly voice. Rainy dates, late-night drives, camping, movie dates, showers, and of course baking together. Isaac was a perfect cook and had taught her recipes. The conversations were getting so better, and warm and safe. There wasn't anything in the world she would trade those moments with.She focused on his hands on her body when they made love, his dirty whispers behind her ear, her legs over his shoulders caressed with gentleness, and the tiny forehead kiss he gives her before tucking his dick in her mouth. His hands fisted against her hair, her hands gripping the sheets when he fucked her from behind, his hands around her waist, and the moans and kisses against her skin. The food he made in the mo