Continued from here.Fred shivered slightly as Rupert removed her soaked clothes, letting them fall to floor with wet sploshes. She tried to pull up on his shirt, but when his hands started running over her skin, she moaned, especially when he kneeled in front of her, his tongue finding her clit. With a soft cry, she grabbed his shoulders to stay upright. She was very definitely beginning to warm up, electrical sensations tingling throughout every part of her body."Oh, God," she whimpered when he delved back between her legs after asking what she wanted. She tugged at him, pulling him up and grasping his sweater to pull it off before reaching for his jeans to unbuckle them and push them down with his boxers."Want you inside me," she told him, pulling him closer to kiss him. "Against the wall. Won't be able to do that soon, so want to do it now."
Henry immediately found Fred's hair, but instead of pulling it, tangled his little fingers in it, which wasn't too bad. She couldn't believe it when Evelyn and Peter admitted that they really hadn't changed their son's diapers in a long time. From the looks of things, they hadn't done much with him at all, especially considering how perfect Evelyn's hair looked. She tried not to judge them since she really didn't know them, but she wondered why they had a child if they didn't want to take part in his life. Was it really that much of a status symbol to them?When the servant announced dinner, neither of them offered to take Henry from Fred, so she sighed and shook her head at her husband before they followed them into the dining room. Fred saw the highchair, so she set Henry into it, stifling a yelp when he kept hold of her hair and her dress bodice. Finally, she got him to let go and circled around the table to sit with Rupert, listening silently while Peter mentioned that their cook had been working on the dinner all day.When the food was served, the servant placed a small plate in front of Henry. Immediately, he dug his fingers into it. And a moment later, Fred found several mushed peas hitting her. Pressing her lips together, she clasped Rupert's hand tightly under the table, praying that they never got a lobomotomy and allowed their own child to act like this.