Chapter 9 - Part Nine

Chapter Seventeen: Calm Before the Storm

Gavin soon followed Wally into their bullet ridden home. They couldn't stay here long, they both knew, as it wasn't safe. Wally looked to his cousin, his expression conveying his question. Gavin simply nodded before making his way up the stairs and into his bedroom. Wally watched him from the doorway as Gavin reached for something on the top shelf of his closet.

Wally blinked several times in surprise as he recognized the jewelry box that Gavin had pulled out. The box was Gavin's mother, and Wally couldn't help but wondered how he was able to keep it during their time at the orphanage. Everything they had ever owned had been taken from them at that point. They were stripped down of everything that made them them. . . that is of everything, but each other.

Gavin lovingly ran his fingers across the semi-scorched wooden jewelry box before lifting the lid. At this, Wally slowly approached his cousin and was once again surprised as he noticed the handful of pictures of them inside. “How did you-” Wally began to ask, but was cut off before he could finished.

“Here.” Gavin shoved a ring box into Wally's hand. “This is what you wanted, right?” he asked before closing the precious box and putting it back in its proper place.

Wally took a step back as he looked at the small box in his hand. “Yeah,” he found himself saying softly before turning around and going to his own room. The blonde headed boy then went about his task silently as he reached into a secret compartment under the build in bench of his window. He reached in and pulled out a metal box, which was covered in a thin layer of dusk. It had been years since he had thought about the content of what laid inside.

He then opened the small ring box that he had been given from Gavin and pulled out a long chain. At the end of the chain resided a key and with it he opened the metal box before him.

Inside laid twin custom made .44 specials. He held both in his hands as if supporting a new born child in his arms. He took in his beautiful pieces of weaponry, his name inscribed on the sides, before closing his eyes as he remembered the last time either had graced his fingertips. . . it had been the night Mushi had died.

After that night, he had put away his guns and promised himself he would never kill again. But Wally couldn't deny who he was, he knew it the moment Gavin held that silver gun in front of him back at the community center. He wanted to touch it so badly. He wanted nothing more than the feel its cool exterior on his skin as he held the handle tight.

He then remembered back when he was caught with Abby back in his hotel room. He remembered how his heart had suddenly stopped within his chest at the sound of the cocking piece, but it wasn't out of surprise or even fear he realized later, not at that initial moment anyway. At that initial moment, his knee-jerk reaction was excitement.

It was strange, he knew, to miss the position he once had as his cousin's enforcer. He used to be such a violent person back in those days. A true bully to its full extent, but these weren't the old days, he concluded as he found his ammunition and loaded his guns. There was more at stake now. Wally's world had extended outside of his family; his loyalties stretched between them and the woman he had fallen in love with. He was going to get her back, he promised himself, no matter what that meant.

Wally stood after concealing his weapons within his clothing. He then went to find Gavin, because though he hated to admit, he did have a point about him being hot-headed when it came to things. Their words to each other had been heated before. They both had let out a lot of things they have been holding back from each other for a long time. Although some things were painful for the other to hear, they both knew that they were better off because of it. Because now, they could both get back on the path they were on before suspicion and mistrust started to take a greater role in their relationship. Wally then resolved that after today, he would never hide anything from Gavin again.

Wally finally made his way downstairs only to finally realize that Gavin was not within the house. He poked his head out the window and discovered him talking with a woman he had never seen before. She was a black woman, about their age, with short dark brown hair with green highlights, that strangely looked well on her.

Wally tilted his head a little in curiosity, as his eyes couldn't help but take in the form of her body as he noticed her curves were thick in all the right places. He blushed a little as he realized she reminded him a little of Abby. His blush was then followed by a frown as he turned his head away, but it was not for long as he snapped his head back in alarm with he suddenly heard a shriek from the stranger.

Wally's frown deepened as he saw that Gavin had angrily taken hold of the woman, who now looked very distressed as she shook her head and spoke frantically. “That's a lie!” Gavin yelled as he shook the woman roughly one time.

“shoot,” Wally whispered to himself as he quickly made his way outside. “Gavin?” he called out before Gavin finally released the woman. “What in the world are you doing?” Gavin didn't answer him at first, but instead replied with nothing more than a blank face as he regarded his cousin. “Who is this?” he asked.

“Gavin, please,” the woman spoke, slightly ignoring the man who had just join them. “I don't understand what you mean. All I know is that Abby needs you.”

Wally's head immediately turned towards the woman. “What do you know about Abby?” he demanded to know with wide eyes.

“A lot, I'm her friend, Kris,” she spoke. “Abby's-”

“No,” Gavin cut her off, which caused Wally too look at him as if he were insane. “Go on home, Kris, I can handle things from here.” Kris looked at him for a moment, his expression stern as he spoke. Kris nodded her head before stepping away and walking towards her car.

“No, wait!” Wally wanted to go after her, but Gavin held him back until she was out of their sight. Wally then pushed Gavin away hard. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked angrily. “She knew about Abby!”

“I know,” Gavin began softly, so softly that Wally's angry expression melted from his features.

“What did she tell you?” he wanted to know.

Gavin sighed as he closed his eyes. “We- we can't go after Abigail,” he told him with great difficulties.

“Why?” Wally began to shake his head from side to side. “She's not- she's not. . . is she?”

“No, she's alive, but W.B.” He finally looked his cousin into his eyes. “Her loyalties do not lie with us. . . she is Senthos,” he confessed.

Wally looked at him curiously, half believing that he had misheard the man before him. “What?”

“Kris confirmed it,” he informed him. “She's been part of Senthos all along. I'm not sure, but I think maybe she was sent to destroy us from the inside.”

You were never part of the plan, Wally instantly heard the words in his head as he remembered the phone conversation he had with Abby the other night. He had no time to worry about it then, but now he couldn't help, but to clue in on it. If you must think I belong to someone. . . let it be you and in return let you be mine.

“No,” he told his cousin. “She's mine and I'm going after her,” he laid down the law. “I promised that-”

Gavin shook his head. “You're not listening to me!” he yelled.

“That Kris girl, did you tell you where she was?” Wally once again ignored his cousin. “Just tell me where she is and I'll go on my own.” he began reaching for his cousin's keys in his pocket.

Gavin struggled as he tried to push the other's hands away. “She's Senthos, W.B., doesn't that mean anything to you?” he asked.

Wally finally managed to grab his keys. “Not one bit,” he admitted before heading toward the car.

“You don't even know where to start,” Gavin called after him.

“I'll just track down Kris.”

“Going after her is a trap,” he told him. “Don't you see? They wanted this from the beginning. For us to care about her, to the point where we would follow her blindly into anything,” he laid out his theory.

“I don't care. I know she isn't Senthos. I can feel it inside of me,” he replied before he came to a sudden stop when he found a hand on his shoulder.

He turned and met a pair of green eyes, which were much like his own, yet so different. There was then a silence as each looked at each other. “She means a lot to you, doesn't she?” he asked, only now comprehending a small bit of what his cousin was willing to risk for her.

“More than I can ever let her know,” he confessed to his cousin.

“But her loyalties-”

“Lie with me,” Wally spoke not able to help the tears brimming in his eyes.

“But how can you be so sure?” He seemed so convinced that Gavin had to know.

“I told you,” Wally placed his hand over his heart, “I can feel it.” He then searched his cousin's eyes. “There's more to her than you know. Just trust me on this,” he begged of him.

Gavin nodded. “Then I will, but if we go after her, it'll be on my terms.”

Wally blinked in confusion. “We?”

Gavin smiled. “You have always stood by me, Wally,” he said the other's first name for the first time in a long time. “Now it is my turn to stand by you,” he told him seriously.

Wally closed his eyes and lowered his head as he stepped into his cousin and wrapped his arms around him. Gavin smiled sadly as he did the same and returned Wally's embrace. “Thank you,” Wally whispered softly.

OoOoO

“Hoagie, we need to talk. . . now,” Abby announced to Hoagie in the doorway of a room where he resided with several other men. Hoagie turned from them and curiously looked at Abby. “Lawrence isn't coming,” she whispered.

Hoagie excused himself before he stood from his seat and ushered Abby into the room across the hall. “Explain,” he demanded at he closed the door behind them.

“It's been a week and apparently I didn't make the impact I thought I had,” she began, as she took a seat in the small office like room. “I have very discouraging news,” she told him.

Hoagie sat across from her in a chair as he saw the nervousness filter onto her face. “What is it?” he asked.

Abby sighed before she began. “I placed another called to Kris.” She shallowed hard. “They know I'm Senthos,” she informed him.

“What? How could she be so careless?” Hoagie asked angrily.

Abby stood up and settled herself in Hoagie's lap. “It's not her fault,” she told him, trying to calm him quickly, as he wrapped his arms around her. “We've been friends for awhile, but I never told her about what was really going on. There was no way she could have known the damage she would cause.” Abby shook her head. “Please, don't be angry. I know, it was stupid of me not to tell her what to say. . . I'm sorry.”

“No, no, it's alright,” he reassured her before he closed his eyes and rested his head on Abby's chest as she rested her chin on top of his head. “It just seems. . .” he thought out loud. “If they aren't coming to us, we'll just have to go to them.”

Abby frowned. “Do you- do you still want me to kill Lawrence's cousin?” she asked carefully.

“Well, of course, no matter how the plans may change that is always the objective,” he explained.

“I understand, it's just. . .” she trailed off, conflict written all over her face.

Hoagie pulled away so that he could look upon her. “It's just what?”

“If he knows who I am, how can I get close enough to do that?” her question was valid.

Hoagie gave her a smile of relief. For a while there he really did think that she was harboring feelings for the blonde man that his brother wanted dead so badly, but with each passing day, she reminded him of how much her heart belonged to him. It was so good to have her back. He had missed her so much that he wasn't all too sure how he done without her for so long.

Hoagie's smile of relief than turned into one of mischief as he regarded, who he had not doubt, would be his future wife, as she sat on his lap. “Come here,” he told her huskily as he took a hold of her neck with one of his hands and brought her mouth down to meet his. Abby couldn't help but smile as his sweet and gentle kisses became more aggressive and hungry; each of their tongues fighting for dominance as Abby slowly guided him against the chair they were sitting in.

Their kiss continued as Hoagie's other hand ran itself across her thighs, which were covered by the low rider jeans she was wearing. Abby was the one who broke their kiss, for air, as Hoagie's hand had made its way up her body and underneath her shirt, his fingers tracing a pattern on her smooth skin. Abby closed her eyes and sighed happily as Haogie's lips came to reside on her neck where he had begun to make his mark.

Abby's face then winced in pain as Hoagie slightly bit into her skin. He then pulled back and slightly chuckled when he heard her sharp intake of air. Abby kissed his nose lightly as she indicated she was getting out of the chair. Hoagie frowned with this gesture as he would not allow her to leave his touch. “I'm not going anywhere, Hoagie bear,” she told him sweetly as she gave him back his hands before turning around and heading towards the door. Hoagie continued to frown until he saw that Abby only had gone to the door to lock it. He then watched the woman in front him make her way back to him as she began to undo her jeans.

Not one to be left behind, Hoagie stood and greeted her when she returned, getting out of his own pants as well. Abby then slid her own jeans down her long slender legs before tossing them across the room, but she wasn't paying attention to where they were going and they landed on top of the desk behind them, knocking over the small desk lap that rested on it. There was clash that startled both of them as the lamp hit the floor.

Abby's eyes grew wide with the sudden sound as she turned to look at the mess. “Oops,” she giggled as she turned back to Hoagie, who only shook his head from side to side. “Don't give me that look, Senthos,” she told him in mock anger as she pushed him roughly back into the office chair. It was a light green color, that clashed horribly with the rest of the room, but Hoagie refused to get rid of it for reasons only he knew.

Abby then lowered herself to her knees and sat on her legs, where she then began to untie Hoagie's shoes before pulling them off and placing them beside the chair. She then yanked off his pants and boxers, which had made their home around his ankles. With his pants now crumpled next to his shoes, Hoagie leaned toward as Abby rose to her knees to meet his lips with a heated passion as she rested her hands on his thighs.

Their kisses soon calmed and evened out before Abby placed a kiss on his chin and then his neck. Hoagie's eyes closed as he allowed his skin to enjoy the sensation of his lover's touch. Abby's hands than found the bottom on his shirt and she lifted it up, exposing Hoagie's chest. Haogie fell back into the chair once again as Abby's wet, warm tongue played with his nipple. “Ow,” he said softly, as Abby took it with her teeth and gently began to pull.

“Don't be a baby,” she told him playfully as her kisses once again started to work their way down his midsection. Hoagie then opened his eyes so that he could watch her as his blood began to rush to the lower parts of his body.

Abby then took his rising member into her hand and slowly began to stock him lovingly. Hoagie gave a small shudder in excitement as her cool fingers fondled his hot skin. He then ran his own fingers through her long dark curls before he felt the entire length of himself engulfed into the concaves of Abby's mouth. His head immediately fell forward, his breathing becoming strained as she picked up her pace, her head bobbing rapidly against his rod of flesh.

Abby's mouth was once again replaced by her hand as she came up for air, but she continued to kiss and lick him as her hand with to play with his balls. She was then taken by surprise when Hoagie's grip on her hair tighten and he tired to pull her away. “St- stop,” he told her, which caused Abby to look at him oddly. “I don't want to cum yet,” he told her as he once again open his eyes.

He then guided Abby to stand before him and as she did his hands with to her hips, his breathing still heavy as he pulled down her tan colored satin panties to her feet before she stepped out of them. Abby then placed her hands on Hoagie's shoulders, ready to lower herself onto him. “No,” Hoagie said as he took her wrists, his mischief smile invading his features for the second time that day. “Turn around for me,” he asked of her.

Abby returned his smile before doing what was asked of her. Hoagie placed one hand on her hip as his other went to his cock to steady it as Abby finally lowered herself onto him. Hoagie practically purred as Abby arched her back into him and gradually began to grind herself against him. Her head fell onto his shoulder as she lifted her arm and her hand grabbed a handful of his brown hair as she moaned in pleasure. Which intensified when she discovered Hoagie's hands sliding up her midsection, underneath her shirt, until both of his hands firmly took her breasts. With her free hand, Abby reached in between her legs and squeezed Hoagie's balls as she continued to rocking against him.

Suddenly, after several minutes, Abby screamed as Hoagie had wrapped his arms around her and without warning stood, picking her up as he did so. He turned around, gently placing Abby on her knees on the cushion of the chair before hiking his foot up on the couch as well. She braced herself on the bookshelf the chair was against right before Hoagie brought his hand back and slapped her @$$ one good time before readjusting himself and filling his lover's wet and waiting hole.

Hoagie moaned loudly as he watched himself withdraw and enter his lover again and again. “Harder,” Abby demanded and Hoagie gladly obliged as he slammed himself into her, producing a wet slapping sound in the process. Abby grunted and moaned with each thrust. “Oh God, yes,” she vocalized as Hoagie had reached around and several of his fingers found her now swollen clitoris and roughly began to massage it.

“Baby,” Hoagie's voice was barely audible as he spoke. “I'm about to-” his sentence was cut off as his orgasm hit him hard and he came in a series of hot, fierce spurts as he emitted one, long blissful groan as he felt Abby's insides tense and convulse around him, indicating she was cumming as well.

Completely spent, Hoagie felt a little weak in the knees as he withdrew from Abby for the last time, but she helped him back onto the chair before she once again took a seat in his lap. Hoagie took a minute to catch his breath as Abby planted small, sweet, little kisses on his face and closed eyelids. After another minute he pulled Abby closer to him and looked up into her eyes. He said nothing at first, he only smiled at her, enjoying their little stolen moment before he had to go back to the stress of the day.

“Something has come up,” he finally spoke. “I'm going to be gone tonight.” Abby didn't look to please with the announcement. “Tom will be here and a few others. I'll be back tomorrow afternoon maybe sooner, depending on how things go. Then we'll come up with something to finally take care of Lawrence, okay?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “You should get back to your meeting,” she told him as she finally rose to retrieve her clothing. Hoagie agreed before he rose to do the same.

Hoagie had just finished zipping his pants before he unlocked the door to the small office and saw the faces of the other men across the hall. He tried, but couldn't help the slight blush that rose to his cheeks at their knowing expressions as he realized how loud he and Abby might have been. He cleared his throat. “Well, gentlemen, it seems-” he was cut off as Abby followed him out the room and whispered something in his ear about taking a shower before walking down hallway. Hoagie returned his attention back to the men in the room and then back to Abby. He licked his lips as he once again regarded the men. “-I'm going to need fifteen more minutes,” he said with huge grin on his face before catching up with Abby down the hall.


The moon had been high in the sky for many hours as Abby yawned loudly, stretching her arms high above her head before discarding her robe to the floor and climbing into bed. She then reached out to the lamp that rested on the nightstand before closing her eyes and falling into the land of dreams.

She was then slightly woken as she felt the weight of another climb into the bed next to her. She smiled a little as she figured whatever Hoagie had to do went well and he had come home early and so she tried to go back to sleep. Abby then made a curious face as she felt something as cold as ice graze her bottom and move up along her back. She turned around to ask Haogie what he was doing and as she went to speak, she found herself gasping instead, for that was when she found the barrel of a gun being shoved into her mouth.

“So,” came the voice, harsh and menacing as his green, piercing eyes glowed in the moonlight, “they tell me you're Senthos.”






The moon had been high in the sky for many hours as Abby yawned loudly, stretching her arms high above her head before discarding her robe to the floor and climbing into bed. She then reached out to the lamp that rested on the nightstand before closing her eyes and falling into the land of dreams.

She was then slightly woken as she felt the weight of another climb into the bed next to her. She smiled a little as she figured whatever Hoagie had to do went well and he had come home early and so she tried to go back to sleep. Abby then made a curious face as she felt something as cold as ice graze her bottom and move up along her back. She turned around to ask Haogie what he was doing and as she went to speak, she found herself gasping instead, for that was when she found the barrel of a gun being shoved into her mouth.

“So,” came the voice, harsh and menacing as his green, piercing eyes glowed in the moonlight, “they tell me you're Senthos.” Abby's eyes were wide as an unexpected fear race through her entire body. She suddenly felt cold, as cold as the eyes directed towards her. “Scream and I'll make sure you regret it. Do you understand?” he asked her. She slightly nodded. “Good.” The barrel of the gun was slowly removed from her mouth. It then trailed down her chin and neck before it hesitated as it reached the low neckline of her very sheer nightgown, which left nothing to the imagination.

Abby silently gasped as the gun found it's home between the valley of her breasts, aimed towards her heart. She felt naked under his unrelenting gaze and could only imagination, what kind of pain she had put him through, for she had done nothing but lie to him from the beginning. She knew if she had been in his position, she would hate him. “Please, Wally,” she whispered in defeat. “Make it quick.”

Wally pressed the gun harder against her. “You dog," he growled. "Is that all you have to say to me?” he asked in disbelief. “After I betrayed my cousin for you? After I played the fool for you?” he voiced angrily. “I was willing to lay everything on the line. I would have given you my heart and all you wanted was to see me and Gavin dead!” he tried not to yell, but he couldn't help his rising tone. Abby winced as if in pain as Wally yelled at her, tears trying not to escape her eyes. “Answer me!” he barked.

Abby's eyes opened and she looked upon the face in front of her. She had only seen him like this once before, back in his home after Kuki had walked in on them. His expression was so full of hate, pain, and hurt, but Kuki was no longer the cause of this, she was. “When we first met, I had no idea of your relation to Gavin.” She shook her head from side to side. “You were never part of the plan,” she told him. “I was with you because you made me happy. You made me feel alive,” she smiled at the thought of him, but it soon faded. “I'm sorry for the part I played in this,” she said truthfully.

“What is Senthos to you?” Wally asked.

“Before you, the only love I had ever known,” she explained. “Before you, the way Haogie treated me, I thought was normal. He asked things of me and I did them, because I thought that was how you earned love. I thought, if I just did what he said, he would love me,” she shared with him her way of thinking. “But then you came along, and I didn't have to do anything but be me.” Abby then turned her head away, no longer able to look at him. “But what we have- had wasn't love, you said so yourself.”

The pressure of the gun against Abby chest slightly loosen. “I was wrong,” Wally admitted. “I was so afraid of hurting Gavin, that I thought denying what I felt was the best I could do. . . but Abby,” he laid down his gun and reached out for her face so that he could turn it back towards him, “I love you,” his expression soften and his voice became gentle as he spoke.

Tears finally slipped from Abby's eyes as she placed her hand on top of Wally's. “I- I love you, too.” She then pushed herself up off the bed and threw her arms around him, but she was quickly forced back down. Then, in the blink of an eye, the gun was pointed back at her chest.

"You must really think I'm an idiot," his voice lost the warmth that it held only moments before.

"What?" Abby searched his eyes, confusion written all over her face.

"Did you really think a simple 'I love you' would erase everything?" he scoffed at the thought of it. "Did you really think I would believe that half @$$ attempt at saving your own skin? You're Senthos, so I already know anything that comes out of your mouth is a lie, and there is nothing you can say that will ever make me believe otherwise."

Abby, strangely to Wally, appeared calm. She then unthreateningly placed her hand on top of the gun pointed towards her. "I think there is," she began. "During another place and time, you once held out your hand to me." She slid her hand along the gun and placed it gently on his wrist. "You told me, you would always have my back, that I could always count on you." Her hand continued to travel up his arm and didn't stop until it was on his chest. "You told me, a heart doesn't forget."

Wally looked at her curiously for a moment, completely baffled. "What the hell are you going on about?" he asked as he pushed her hand away from him.

"Don't play dumb," there was a bit of irration in her voice. "It was never your strong suit," she told him. "I know who you are. You became MIA after your mom's death and you were put in an orphanage. There was no way to track you, so you were never decommissioned."

Wally's eyes narrowed suspicously, there was no way she could know that, not unless. . . "Number Five?" he asked hesitantly. "But how?" he questioned, his gun slowly lowering as he looked upon her as if she were a different person.

"Not every operative is decomissioned after their thirteenth birthday," she explained. "Some go on to become spys against the teenagers and the adults. I was one of them, until I retired when I was fifteen. . . after I found Hoagie," she stated sadly. "Whom of course was decommissioned along with Kuki, as you may know."

"And Number One?" Wally couldn't help but ask about the leader he had adored.

"I don't know what became of him," she told him as her eyes left him. She then once agian looked at him and began softly, "So champ, is there still nothing I can say to make you believe what I say is true?" There was a long silence after her question, it endured so long that Abby began to grow anxious. She wondered if he still considered himself loyal to the Kids Next Door and within it her. "Numbah Four?" she called quietly.

Wally took his time as he slowly processed the information he had just discovered. He had recognized her the very first moment he saw her in the arcade, but it was too much to hope that she remembered him. So he pretended not to know her or anything about her when they met, but over the first few weeks he found himself constantly looking for signs that she recognized him or the life they shared as children.

He gave up the day she wanted him to meet her parents. It wasn't her mother that would have been the problem, because she wasn't around much when Abby was younger, so Wally had only seen her once before. The problem would have been her father, who would have surely recognized the blonde headed boy and asked questions that he wouldn't have been prepared to answer. Wally figured, if she had remembered, that she wouldn't have put herself in that situation.

Wally was lost deep within his thoughts until he heard Abby call him by his codename. He couldn't understand why she hadn't said anything before now if she knew that he remembered. It was then that Wally realized that she had been lying longer than he had thought. . . but why, he didn't know.

His eyebrows then slowly drew together. She was still playing him for a fool. "Do you see this?" he asked indiciating the gun still in his hold. "The next time you hurt me. . . or lie to me," he added. "That request for making it quick will be granted," he threatened, but the look in his eyes revealed all too much. "Numbah Five, if you ever. . ." he trailed off. "Please, don't ever hurt me again," he voiced his insecurities. "Okay?"

"Oh, Wally," Abby said breathlessly as she reached for the gun in his hand and quickly took it from him. She then placed it on the nightstand beside her. The blonde closed his eyes as he felt her hands on his face. She placed a light kissed upon him. "I won't," she promised.

She then gasp loudly as Wally embraced her fiercely. “I believe you,” he whispered to her. He had his doubts, of course, but this was no longer just Abby, this was Numbah Five. Numbah Five, who had held his hand and told him everything was going to be alright when he had accidently eaten a sprout. Numbah Five, who on more than one occasion had grabbed him by the orange hoodie he used to wear and dragged him out of danger. Numbah Five, whom he knew would never intentionally put him in harm's way. He would believe her or else all of that meant nothing.

Wally sighed in relief as he felt Abby slowly embrace him back. Her eyes fluttered closed as lips began to mark her skin. He then pulled away and placed his second gun next to the first before he took the dark skinned woman before him back in his arms and kissed her as if it would be the last time he would ever do so. “I need you,” he confessed as his hand slowly moved to her breast and he gently cupped it. “Be with me. Right here, right now.”

Wally wanted to erase the bad blood between them. If right now she chose to be with him, he would no longer consider her Senthos and he would forgive her deception. Abby blinked in surprise at his request before she shook her head. “The walls are thin and Tommy is a light sleeper,” she explained.

Wally smiled, it wasn't a 'no'. “We'll be quiet,” his lips brushed against her as he continued to speak softly. His smile then grew devilishly. “Though I know that may be a little difficult for you,” he teased as she returned his smile.

“You really think you rock my world like that?” she asked.

Wally's hand stopped caressing her breast so that he could slide it underneath her satin panties. “Aw, Sheila,” he cupped her womanhood, which was immediately followed by a sharp gasp by the woman beside him, “I know I do.” His breath was hot against her neck as his fingers worked themselves in between her lower lips. He played steadily with her swelling bud until he felt her start to become wet. He then slipped a finger inside of her and stroked her slowly. He was rewarded with a soft airy moan. “Be with me,” he asked of her again.

Abby's brown eyes shown brightly in the moonlight as she looked into his. “I'm already yours,” she told him before she, without warning, attached his lips and began kissing him roughly. Their kisses grew hungry and more passionate with each passing second until their lungs ached for air and they had no choice but to let go of the other.

As soon as their lips ceased to be in contact, the two began moving at an accelerated speed. Wally stood up on his knees and began to unzip his jeans. Abby set up and and removed her sheer top. Then as she laid back down and was about to remove her panties a large hand shot out and grabbed both of her hands. “Leave them on,” Wally instructed, now naked from the waist down. Abby nodded as he released her, her eyes now on his very large erection before her.

She bit her bottom lip as she reached out and took his member in her hand. His skin was like velvet as she lightly fondled him. “Lay down,” she told him after a moment and he silently obeyed.

Abby gave him a gentle kiss on his lips before she moved down his body, her hands rubbing and groping parts of him as she did so. She then once again took a hold of his impressive size cock and began to pump it in a slow, even rhythm. Abby looked up and studied Wally for a moment. His legs were bent and spread for her as he rested up on his elbows and watched her contently.

Abby smirked at him knowingly before her tongue snaked from her full lips and began to lick the tip of his cock, her hand still firmly moving up and down against it. She then kissed and massaged his balls before she took her time and licked the length of his flesh. Then as she reached the tip again, she took him into her waiting mouth. Wally sighed as he closed his eyes and tilted his head to rest on his shoulder as he enjoyed the feel of her wet, warm mouth engulf him as she began to suck him off, her tongue teasing him playful as she rapidly move it from side to side.

Wally then shifted his weight to one side before he reached down and placed his hand behind Abby's neck. He then slightly began to push himself into her. He groaned as his free hand violently gripped the bedsheets underneath him. “frack, that's good,” he told her as her speed picked up, almost sending him over the edge. “Numbah Five,” he called her name. “Show me your pussy,” he asked of her.

Her mouth then released him as she rose from in between his legs and sat with her legs opened. Wally got on all four before he made his way to her at the end of the bed. She laid down as he pushed the thin piece of fabric to one side and rubbed her now soaking pussy lips. Wally then had Abby roll over onto her side, placing one of her legs between his own while the other was pushed up towards her before he took his damp, glistening cock and shoved it into his lover, causing Abby to gasp loudly at the force of it. He then began thrusting into her with long, hard strokes.

Abby held onto the bed as she lowered her head and closed her eyes tightly. She squeezed her inner muscles, milking at Wally's rock hard cock. He groaned at the sensation of it. He leaned over her, kissing her shoulder and face lovingly as his thrusts started to become short and quick. The bed rocked and squeaked with the motion. Both began to pant heavily, moaning as quietly as they could as they whispered each other's name into the night air.

“shoot!” Wally cursed as he felt himself lose control and he came furiously into Abby. Abby screamed into the bedding as she hit her own orgasm hard, her entire body erupting in a deep intense pleasure like she had never known.

Completely spent and short-winded, Wally pulled out, his cum spilling out of her and running onto the sheets. He settled down in front of her. He ran his finger across her arm soothingly before finding the small of her back and pulling her close to him. He then began to litter her delicate and angelic face with tender little butterfly kisses. Abby sighed deeply as she basked in the other's affection for her as she too held him close. “Now try to tell me I don't rock your world,” Wally said playfully. Abby giggled at his words.

Suddenly there came a knock at the door. “Abigail?” the male voice called out. The couple in the bedroom eyes grew wide. Abby then quickly sat up. “Abigail,” the voice said once again. “Are you alright? I thought I heard you scream.” The woman in question froze as she saw the door handle begin to turn.

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