The feel of Abbey's wet and slicked heat around my member was driving me wild and it took all my willpower to remain quiet. I wanted to demand of her to tell me who's pussy it was, to scream her pleasure as I drove into her heat that my hardened member plunged into with rapturous delight.

I watched as she was spread-eagled at the end of the mattress her trimmed buff front working its magic as it brought me closer to the brink of fulfillment. I let my hand reached down and stroke her clit that was glistened and stiff.

She gasped and bite further on her lips as we tried our best to be quiet, another stroke and her hands flew to cover her mouth and she shivered with heightened desire. I was getting ready to delve in again when she pulled me down on her kissed me long, wet, and hard.

I moan my delight in her mouth and my moan became a long sigh as she gripped my butt and send me sliding deeply as I thrust into her.

"Harder babe, me a cum," she breathed and our moves became frenzied as we rode the waves of pleasure and crashed in its depths.

As she plunged into the final wave her fingers dug into my taut butt cheeks causing my release to burst from me in a blinding kaleidoscope of pleasure.

I sighed her name as she wrapped her legs around me and hugged me to her sweaty body. I lavished the sweet serenity of loves timeless dance of intimacy.

"I love yuh," I told her as I nestled her into her loving embrace.

"Yuh betta as mi naah waste dis good up good up paah no waste time program," she said in mock consternation, "An mi wi mek Tomoya beat yuh up."

At the mention of her little girl's name, we heard a knock on the locked bedroom door and a voice asking the one question that has been ringing from her lips all morning.

"Is it time to bathe yet?"

"Yes Tammy," Abbey called back and a delighted sound of glee rang out as her little feet rushed from the door.

"We should start to get ready too," I told her easing from her embrace.

"Yeah," she agreed and was about to say something when her phone began to chime.

I went for it and saw that the caller ID showed it was a private number. She frowned when she saw it and made no move to take it from me.

"Just open the line and lef it," I told her as I saw her face twist into a frown.

She looked up at me and took it and placed it on the bed instead of answering. "She a get pan mi laas nerve enuh Ian."

"She soon stop man," I said as I pulled her from the bed and hugged her to me.

"Hhhmm nuh?" she said with a look of annoyance. "Mi an yuh deh fi three months now living together and even engage an she nuh get seh yuh move on, yuh nuh si dat?"

I kissed her lips gently as I swayed with her to a soundless beat. "Listen mi know yuh tyaad a Veronica and her calling from different numbers as well as privating number and call yuh but she wi tap eventually."

"Listen, Ian," she said softly as she hugged me to her and stilled our swaying. "Mi go through too much fi sidung with a thorn inna my side an a tell myself seh e wi drop out by itself."

Her voice was gentle as she spoke but the words held a clear meaning and her eyes glared at me with a deep warning.

"It is no use I sit around and wait for her to do supn that might even end up hurt Tam. Deal wid ar or mi wi guh a Mike Town and beat ar rassclaat. Mi nuh always humble yuh ere." 

I knew she meant it and would have probably stepped to Veronica a long time ago, but this was all because of me and it was about time I did something about it. As I concluded this I heard the ringing of my phone fill the room, the screen showed Private number.

"Am going to get Tam ready," she said shaking her head in further annoyance before she pulled away shrugged into her house dress, and left me standing there.

I looked from the phone and through the window that stared out into the back yard that was now boasting a small farm of sweet potatoes, yam that was now running up their vines, corn, and sweet pepper, there was also a newly built chicken coop.

Maas Shorty and his son were around there finishing up the pigpen and Kenroy had promise, Tom, he would use the leftover material to build her a rabbit pen and give her a pair of his rabbits to raise as her own. I could hear them hammering away and sometimes their voices drifted in.

Three months had slipped by so quickly causing me to feel like I have lived a year instead, not entirely a bad few months in the short time, a few challenging situations has risen in the middle and putting strain on the fragility of the new beginnings that had started to take shape late April now it's mid-July and so much was at stake.

Abbey and Tam meant so much to me. I loved them both dearly and did not in any way want them to suffer because I failed to take matters in hand with Veronica. I keep sweeping her encounter, phone calls, and text messages under the rug hoping it would all just go away eventually.

I just wanted to focus on my family, this little circle that God has given me to further cement the life that Leslie has worked hard to ensure I have, a life that I wanted to share with the woman I love, the little girl that I adore and the extended family that came along with Leslie's marriage to Julian.

So much has happened, so much that I wanted to build on and not see destroyed because I overlooked something that could destroy my chance at happiness.

I sighed and look at the pictures of Leslie and me at my High School graduation. We were both so happy and proud. She had stood by me in every way imaginable sacrificing so much that we succeed.

My eyes went to the others on the wall which depicted various aspects of our lives. I stared at the one of us smiling broadly as I held up my trophy and awards when I graduated with top honors and a job from Distinction College with my certification as a building evaluator and construction engineer. Leslie never gave up she never left my wellbeing to chance.

There was also a lone picture of Abbigail resting on my dresser and as my gaze took in her smiling features I knew I wanted to keep making her happy just like I vowed to do for Leslie, but seeing all the difficulties that were there in the midst of our lives, the foremost one being Leslie having a body disorder with her pregnancy and the strain that it's been putting on her mentally I sure did not want what was happening with Veronica to further burden her.

The strain of Kenton's imminent death was finally over, Estelle's animosity had turned into a beautiful friendship and everyone was now rendering the rough patches and ensuring they remained smooth. I too had to get this rough patch rendered and I had to do it sooner than later.

As he made to walk to the bathroom his phone rang again looking over he saw that it was a message from Dan. He opened it and read it before he heads to the bathroom.

There was however another important matter at hand which he was not going to let Veronica take precedence over and from the look of things he had less than an hour.

It was all finally beginning to take shape this their lives and he did not want to be the one to set in all bent out of shape. They had all weathered the storm no use adding to the debris when you should be cleaning it up.
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The sky.... yeah I know🤣🤣🤣

Well, it seems there is still one itch to scratch, but will Veronica do harm before Ian gets around to dealing with her?

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