Vietnam Two

“Nightcap?” Rosie asked, rising from the chair. She wasn’t sure what had come over her; she should have trusted her first instincts to run, but now she’d trapped herself. The lights were low in the lounge and Rosie had already poured the wine along with a fruit juice for Georgie. She relaxed as Steve picked up his, and passed Georgie’s to her; it was all going nicely to plan. “It’s only me alone with my ex-husband and his pregnant wife.” She loaded the shopping into her car and drove home. “Morning guys.” She said sunnily. She smiled as she thought of how Beatrice, her daughter, had loved to ride in the cart when she was that age, but only if daddy pushed. “Nightcap?” Rosie asked, rising from the chair. He crawled slowly up her, pausing as his penis touched her entrance; she grasped his buttocks and pulled him in. “I mean, I know you will, but keep hold of each other, he doesn’t deserve what I did to him.”
“I will.” Georgie said, kissing Rosie’s cheek.