Picked up by her wife, the elder Veela caressed the dark haired witch's breasts as she was spirited away to bed. She was also glad the children were asleep. Hearing the question, Gabrielle blushed in embarassment. Rolling over, she winced as her arse came into contact with the bed. The shifting of the fingers inside her nearly made her melt into a puddle of Gabby-goo at Lisa's feet, however.
"Zo...zat vus nice," was all the blond could think of to say.