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| A London Extra; A Hannah/James Sequel to A French Connection | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: January 9, 2012, 12:42 am (25,140 Views) | |
| CarpeDiemBaby | January 20, 2012, 11:05 pm Post #166 |
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Nooooo!! Divorce no I want James stay with Fran .... but I want him to stay with Hanna too one thing for sure, I WANNA SEE WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN NOW!
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| Nah Bruno | January 20, 2012, 11:06 pm Post #167 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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What if she says that?!!?! Jaymz will have to choose And Mr Hetfield, at least try to think with your head!
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| Deleted User | January 20, 2012, 11:10 pm Post #168 |
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James may well have to choose! We'll find out more in the next chapter.
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| Deleted User | January 20, 2012, 11:11 pm Post #169 |
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Me too!
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| Auluna Raie | January 20, 2012, 11:26 pm Post #170 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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I can't wait for the next chapter with Ray and Hannah, because Ray has some 'splaining to do... |
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| Deleted User | January 20, 2012, 11:31 pm Post #171 |
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He certainly does!
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| Deleted User | January 21, 2012, 2:47 am Post #172 |
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Divorce was anything but amicable. James’ lawyer had drafted the same divorce papers for Ray and I to consider. I sat in our empty house with just Anthony and I, reading through the document I was preparing to send to my husband. James was away in Buenos Aires visiting his family, and had taken a similar set of papers to give to Francesca. He had called me before he boarded his plane home. ‘I gave her the papers’ he said. ‘It’s been a tough week darling, I’m looking really forward to seeing you’ he said. His voice sounded sad and emotional. I decided to surprise him by meeting his jet at the private San Rafael airfield. He kissed me warmly the second he got off the plane. James took Anthony from my arms happily greeting him too, carrying him back to our waiting car as he filled me in on his trip. I heard soft paparazzi lenses flashing in the background, but they now seldom annoyed me. James tipped his hand to them as he got into our waiting car. ‘Marcella told me she wants me to be happy—and that she wants to meet you and Ant. All the kids want to visit home again’ James explained. It still felt premature to introduce me to his kids. ‘They’re old enough to not expect you to be their mother’ James explained, ‘but they will have super high expectations of you’ he thought of Marcella. My youngest daughter, she misses absolutely nothing. She’s incredibly smart—she’s Dux at her school!’ I loved that he was so proud of his children. Pete drove us back to the house, we turned onto the freeway heading north. ‘So what did you do while I was away?’ he asked. He offered me a much more intimate kiss now that we were privately inside the car. ‘I read over the papers and I sent them to Ray’ I lied. I had every intention of sending them, but I had not done so yet. I said it to reward James for his bravery in doing so with Francesca. He nodded thoughtfully. ‘And, I went to visit Lars and Connie—Ant and Bryce hung out for a while’. James nodded, he wanted me to make friends here in San Francisco. ‘That’s great!’ he smiled, his hand took mine. He was sweating from the heat returning to our northern hemisphere summer. ‘Oh, I went shopping and got something you’ll like!’ I teased. I curled my hair behind my ear. ‘Mmm?’ his face turned close to mine and his hand stroked my thigh. ‘Can I guess?’ he cooed softly. His tongue kissed at my neck and his lips moved to my ear to whisper his choices. ‘Something for us to play with together, tonight?’ he asked. His horny breath on my throat made my skin quiver hot with excitement. ‘You could say that’ I whispered back. My hand dropped to his thigh, and my fingers teased his pocket, testing whether his erection was yet hard enough to reach it. It wasn’t quite, and I kept teasing. ‘Can I feel it? Can I taste it?’ he asked. He was desperate to know what it was. ‘You can do both’ I smiled. It was bringing him no closer to knowing what my secret gift to him would be. ‘I’ve gone a whole week without your beautiful body in my bed’ he moaned. The car turned into our private neighbourhood; our house was at the end of the steep road. ‘Will you show me when we get inside?’ he begged. ‘Don’t make me wait until tonight’ he breathed with a pleading voice. Now I felt his cock was round and hard, brushing up against his pocket. He lead me upstairs at a fast walk, he lay Anthony down to sleep covering his cot with a light sheet. Even with the air con in our bedroom, the air was thick and warm. ‘Oh darling!’ he raced, he pulled his shirt and jeans off quickly in a desperate rush to have me on the bed. He whipped his belt out from his jeans. He was nude in seconds, desperate to have me quick and ready. It was the perfect time to frustrate him with a slow striptease. After all, my surprise for him was a tiny white set of lingerie and a smooth salon wax job: the result, a bare pussy he would love to rub himself against. He lay on the bed, panting already from his frantic undressing. He held his arms out to me for me to join him. Instead, I grinned teasingly, slowly reaching to my jeans and painstakingly unzipping myself only an inch at a time. He groaned out loud with heady frustration. ‘Hannah!!’ He growled, his head flung back and he aimed his words at the ceiling. ‘Oh baby, you’re gonna make me wait!’ he moaned like a child, and I laughed teasingly, ecstatic that I was driving him wild. ‘Well this is the first part of the surprise!’ I grinned, lifting my tight pink t-shirt slowly over my head. He made a horny groan at my white push up bra with full cups that gave me two perfect full round curves. He tugged himself joyously for me to watch. ‘Shit you’ve got beautiful tits!’ he gasped, like it might’ve been the first time he’d seen them. His cock was hard and urgent in his pumping fist. ‘Show me more’ he begged, his bottom lip dropped open. As soon as he said it, I knew he would die seeing me fully waxed. I turned away from him, showing him my round ass as I pulled my jeans down my legs. I bent over for him, so he saw only the white string and the puffy triangular view of my pussy from behind. ‘OH FUCK!’ he exclaimed. I stepped out of my jeans and turned to him, showing off my tiny g-string. My thumbs hooked the strings around my waist and teased him, wiggling my hips, pretending to tug them down my legs. He moaned, begging me to join him. ‘Hannah! Please!’ he tugged himself harder in his hand, and his eyes closed blissfully. ‘Watching?’ I asked. I wanted to see the reaction on his eager face when he saw me smooth and bare. He opened his eyes with difficulty while he pleasured himself desperately. I slid my g-string down my legs and allowed him a view. He said nothing at first, until I straddled him and his eyes grew wide. ‘Oh holy shit darling!’ his fingers were already smoothing me between my legs. He whined like a puppy. ‘You’re fucking bare!’ he flipped me to my back, diving his tongue between my thighs. ‘Jesus Christ!’ he drew breath to speak. His fingers rubbed and stretched me open. His eyes widened in delight. ‘Your pussy is so pink and fuckable!’ he moaned. He climbed over me fast. ‘Oh God, I’ve gotta stick my cock in that!’ he groaned hard in my ear as he entered me quickly. I loved his element of surprise. ‘Oh fuck yeah!’ he yelled loudly. He was loving it even more than I imagined. The week away too, made his urgency so fantastic. We were diagonal on the bed, and he was fucking me completely out of control. I began to slide from the edge of the bed, and his strong arms pulled me back to him. ‘I’ve gotcha…oh baby!’ he pumped me urgently. I held onto his neck with both my hands and his large palms held my middle. He slowed for a second to take notice of my eyes. His hips pumped me deeply and directly for a moment. My mouth opened and my head rolled back for him in a delicious groan. ‘Your body drives me crazy!’ he breathed in a fast pant. He built up speed again and I enjoyed his pace with a squeal. He laughed a little that he provoked me to make such sounds. His voice jumped into a shuddering cry as he burst fast into an orgasm. ‘Oh God, Darling!’ he kissed me warmly while his chest settled into a regular rhythm. ‘Welcome home!’ I kissed, and he blushed a happy smile. |
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | January 21, 2012, 3:08 am Post #173 |
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Very Well done. |
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| Deleted User | January 21, 2012, 3:16 am Post #174 |
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Thanks Lots LOTS more to come yet!
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| Deleted User | January 21, 2012, 4:20 am Post #175 |
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August 2014 Francesca saw that James’ documents to her were pre-signed. He had already agreed to the drafted terms of their proposed divorce. All that was left for her to do was sign and return the papers to his lawyers. Without contest, it would be a simple administrative divorce, but if she changed her mind or disagreed to the terms without coming to an agreement, it would mean a day in court. It was late past 1am, and Francesca sat in her private lounge where she had met with James the day he left. She inspected the papers again for the thousandth time. Her lawyer had assured her it was the cleanest, fairest divorce proposal he had seen in a long time. This time, for this particular reading, she had gone as far as to find a fountain pen with dark navy blue ink. She read the final clause of the agreement again. James wanted to keep the family home and land in San Rafael where he now lived with Hannah. He had agreed she could have the Buenos Aires house in her name without a necessary purchase or buyout, a simple property title transfer. It was very generous of him to suggest it. On top of that, she was legally entitled to half of his fortune, plus interest on $348 million US dollars. It was obscene and unnecessary, but she knew she wouldn’t be accepting it for herself, but more for her children’s futures. She had no interest in receiving any of his money at all. She didn’t know how to let him into her life again. It had frightened her so much that he had been kind and loving on the last days of his visit. He had asked her for her forgiveness in the bathroom mirror that night with his sparkling blue eyes. And just as carefully, he had smoothed her shoulder’s requesting her permission to make it up to her any way he could. She had wanted to accept him more than she knew, but she felt betrayed and hurt that Hannah was his new girl. She would only have become the other woman in her own marriage if she had given in to him. If she were to refuse to sign the divorce papers, she would be stuck in this entrapment forever. She would never be free of the pain that hurt her children and their relationship. 18 months after the fact, they all needed to move on. She could think of no other way. James was settled with his new girlfriend, already bringing up a new member of his estranged family in baby Anthony. This fact had hurt Francesca the most. It was as if their own children weren’t good enough for him. She was no longer sure that she would ever be enough for him to return to. Hannah was young and beautiful and adventurous: all the things that she felt she was not. She had run out of energy fighting needless battles with him over the years, and now she knew it was time to let this one go. If she was honest, it had been fought long ago. Her lip trembled as she pulled the cap from the fountain pen with a click. She touched the paper with a scratch, moving the pen in a scribble for a quick second, and the ink bled her consenting name permanently dry. |
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| Auluna Raie | January 21, 2012, 5:38 am Post #176 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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| Deleted User | January 21, 2012, 5:39 am Post #177 |
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You wanted her to sign it? I thought you'd all hate me!
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | January 21, 2012, 10:43 am Post #178 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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Her lip trembled as she pulled the cap from the fountain pen with a click. She touched the paper with a scratch, moving the pen in a scribble for a quick second, and the ink bled her consenting name permanently dry. I can feel it with her Very well done
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| Voxx | January 21, 2012, 12:03 pm Post #179 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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No Fran no!! You just killed my soul. Breaking up a cutesy, happy, loving family!? Nooo! Must.Have.More. When you have time |
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| Deleted User | January 21, 2012, 6:17 pm Post #180 |
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Thank you!!! I like that sentence too!
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.... but I want him to stay with Hanna too



Lots LOTS more to come yet!

8:42 PM Jul 10