..over there." She touched his arm.Jay just muttered something close to a 'yes'. Esme couldn't help butstare at where her hand had touched his arm."S...o," he started.She touched one of the bottles of white that was between them. She couldfeel the coolness of the glass through the holes in the gloves Freya hadknitted for her the previous winter. "So," she said, lifting the bottleand intently studying the label."Yeah, so." Esme just looked at him, wondering where this was going."Anyway, sorry,". He lightly laughed by the time she came - he felt the liquids, and definitely the way her cunt tightened and her thighs quivered. He reached back and gave the side of her thigh a light slap. “Good girl,” he moaned in a low voice.That was before he leaned forward into her, deeper, stronger, and clamped his hands onto her shoulders, squeezing, his fingers digging into her - he began to pull on her body, like handles, staring right down at her cute, pleasured face while fucking her harder,. ”Alan was stunned by her once again that evening.“Sleep well,” she said as she walked away.He smiled. “I’ll try.”“No doubt Bradley will,” she responded. “I bet he’s an early riser as well. No doubt he’ll be up at the crack of Dawn in the morning!”Alan burst into laughter as she closed the door behind her. Dawn Dawn lay content on the sheepskin rug in front of the log fire that crackled away giving warmth and cosiness. Bradley was on top of her, nestled between her parted thighs. He was still. So, Icooked the food I found he had brought. I set the table and wheneverything was done (you don't want me to tell you what we ate, doyou? Ok, it was salmon, asparagus and a salad.) I called out to theliving room that dinner was ready.He answered back from the living room and said, "Never shoutMichael, always walk into the room and demurely say, "Mr. Smithdinner is ready. Now try it again."I was so annoyed but thought I would just do it and then at dinnertry to get out of this. So, I walked.