“Becca, am I interrupting something?”
She kissed me again. “Actually, this is perfect.”
I touched the tip of my tongue to her c**t, which was fully revealed. Becca tensed.
“Yes, perfect. Anything I feel about what Chris did with Cara, he will be sure to make it up to me. Many times, if need be.”
“Just ... be kind and ... cognizant of his best interests, and yours.”
“Oh, I will, I definitely will.”
I wondered whether Marta would ask me anything. Becca’s strong soft thighs were tight around my ears so I couldn’t hear much, but the question never came.
“You’re both welcome for dinner.”
“Sorry. Chris is making our dinner tonight, and he’s a really good cook. We’ll come afterward.”
“I look forward to it. Until then, God’s grace and peace to both of you.”
“Thank you, Mother Marta.”
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