What you think about their marriage now??
Cassie's eyes fly open in surprise. She looks at Aunt Gilda's downward face from her armchair. “Emilia, what?”The woman gives her a little smile and keeps caressing her face as she smooths on the milk serum. “I’ll take it from the beginning.” Cassie waits with impatience, it looks like she will be more surprised.Aunt Gilda sets the little bottle down in front of the mirror. “Now, close your eyes.”Cassie obeys, takes a deep breath. She is about to peek into Emily's hidden life.Aunt Gilda's fingers gently smear the serum across her skin. “You know I’m half Italian on my mother's side, right?”“Hm, hm.” Cassie nods, certain that this woman's natural fashion sense must come from her Mediterranean roots.“I have a lot more relatives on my Italian side than on my father's. They are scattered all over the States- some in high society, some in suburbs.” Cassie listens carefully, wondering how any of this is supposed to connect with Emily.“My cousin Miriam used to live in a suburb ful
Days fly by for Cassie this week.But with frustration.She hasn’t seen Mathias since Monday, he was already gone the next mornings when Cassie left her house for work. She fought the urge to text him about their next meeting since she didn’t want to seem clingy, which was why she didn’t visit Avra again either.Still, Cassie is dying to connect with him somehow. A glimpse from a distance, a little news about him, or an unexpected encounter in the neighborhood. Anything. Unfortunately, she got nothing.And there is only one person to blame: his wife, Emily Raptis.God, life would be so much better without that woman’s shadow hovering over Mathias and Cassie.Even though Mathias had told her the atmosphere would be tender at his house and he had to support Avra, she waited for Mathias to show up at her house on Wednesday to watch the game. Cassie’s hope was in vain.Her father and his friends had a good time since they won the game and her famous chicken wings added joy to their aft
Cassie rides her bike with unpleasant thoughts swirling in her head. Yesterday, she was calm when she left the Raptis House because Mathias told her they would see each other soon.However, when the night came, her mind created cruel scenarios about Mathias and Emily's intimate scenes which haunted her dreams and Cassie struggled to fall asleep for hours.She couldn’t delete that scene from her mind when Emily was holding his arm, caressing his face, kissing him…She knew Emily liked showing off with her husband in public. There was nothing between them for years, right?Nothing. If Mathias was happy with his wife, why would he also want to be with Cassie? So, she chose to believe the woman was forcing his hand to keep the marriage alive. There must have been a reason he had to deal with it.Yes, there must have been.When the morning came, she got into the shower and shook the negative feelings off her body. She wasn’t a girl who doubted her own worth. Emily Raptis could be a brun
It’s not easy to soothe Lena this time. Whenever she witnesses her mother yelling, the little girl totally freaks out. Since she heard Emily's menace threats while waiting outside the door, Lena is scared of her mother even more than her nightmare. It was a shock for Mathias too and it sobered him up in an instant. Now he is lying down on Lena's tiny bed that he can barely fit on, while his daughter is sleeping on his chest like a little rabbit. Mathias waits until she falls asleep, then slowly slides out of the bed, careful not to wake her. He tucks the Smurfette plush under Lena's arm, kisses her forehead, and pulls the pink blanket up over her small body. He lingers for a moment, looking down at his daughter-curled up with her tiny fists tucked under her cheek, all innocence. Lena’s lashes are still wet, but her expression is peaceful now. Mathias hopes she’s done with the nightmares for the night, and wishes her only the kind of joyful dreams that every child deserv
Mathias pushes her panties down and down, and Cassie moves her legs to discard them.There are only his boxer briefs between their intimate parts now. He needs to take off his own underwear as well, however…Something doesn't feel right.Something is odd, he can feel it, but his hips don't stop moving, seeking the relief between her thighs.Her lips make Mathias feel like he’s kissing plastic, yet he searches for that sweet aroma inside her mouth… The blaring moans of hers irritate his ears, but he tries to hear those musical notes in them… Her skin emanates the fragrance of dark orchid, but Mathias is hoping to smell soft vanilla…He can't.Why did all these unique assets of Cassie just disappear? Is she hiding them from Mathias? Another teasing game of this girl? If the alcohol is causing this numbness, he can swear he will never get drunk again.While Mathias tries to feel that familiar warmth again, her hands take over his mission, sliding toward his waist and pushing his boxer br
“Touch me.” Emily impatiently moans on his lap. She grabs Mathias’s hand, placing it over her breast. He squeezes her lace covered mound, it feels like grabbing a toy. While Emily kisses his face, Mathias thinks about how Cassie’s soft boobs had filled his hands. Imagining her milky softness inside his palm, he squeezes Emily’s breast again, this time with a flicker of desire. His cock slightly awakens, making his presence known below Emily’s daring body. When he pinches that hardened bud through the lace between his fingers, Emily gasps and pulls his hair. “Yes.” She moans and undulates her hips faster. “Touch me, my love.” Hearing her voice drags Mathias’s foggy mind out of that fantasy about Cassie and he opens his eyes to find Emily grinding against his lap. He sighs, irritated, and tries to focus on his mission to end it as soon as possible. Knowing her soft spots, Mathias decides to end this action quickly by driving Emily wild. His hands slide up her back and he gi