In the living room, there were five individuals: I, Martha, Sophie, Isabella, and Nadia.
Since backing away when I first went to meet Martha, Nadia had found comfort in the driver's seat of the Rolls-Royce, a very comfortable location if you asked anyone who had been in one.
Even after I departed the milf's abode and relocated to the house next door with her, Nadia had remained put.
When Sophie and Isabella appeared, she had followed them into the house, and while this decision eluded me, it was worth noting that Nadia who had moved herself to the side of the wall, her presence threatening to fade from our senses, balked at the words that left Martha's lips.
Focusing on cajoling my Latina baby, my guard had been down against any sort of attack from Martha, and for some seconds, my brain went dead after she spoke.
When the shock caused by the milf's words wore off, all eyes snapped to me, and while Sophie's gaze sought understanding, feelings of betrayal bubbled off Isabella.
