Abigail smiled. “She does seem the persistent sort,” she observed with a wry smile. Looking to Cho, she paused for a moment. “I still want to share that with you as well, my daughter.” Cho’s timing was…inconvenient, to say the least.
“When we do, it will be magical,” Abigail assured her gently, the pub was unintentional. She reached down and teased the younger girl’s thigh as she lifted her leg. “I can tell you are anxious,” Abby breathed. “You are still so wet and swelled. Does someone still need attention?” she purred as her fingers began to lightly play over Cho’s folds.
“You can ask me anything, Cho,” she assured her. “And I do wish to know more of you.”