Even his father stayed away from her when his wife was not on the plantation.John went about his daily routine without so much as a nod from Mr. Harke...n. John knew that he would try to get his revenge tonight. John would be ready. He had his route already planned out by the time the sun had set. To John's surprise, Jasmine opened the door as soon as he was close. When the door shut, she looked like the cat who'd gotten the cream.Jasmine threw her arms around him as soon as he was in the warm. "I think you have real talent," he said. "Have you ever painted?" She sat with her knees apart, very unladylike, and her tight jeans displayed her swollen pussy which had entertained a horny sophomore the previous evening and was still pulsing.She shook her head, measuring him and liking what she saw. He had a really nice beard, good shoulders and a broad chest. She wondered how well he was hung. She had noticed he had big feet. She shook her head and stopped glancing at his groin."Well, I hope. "Not like my town where the streets are empty by seven." This is New York , buddy. The city that never sleeps," she said, as we weaved in and out of people.Hannah was definitely a New Yorker, walking quickly, crossing the street just as the yellow hand on the traffic light came on telling us to stop. "Come on," she yelled over the honking horns and a siren. I followed her as she dashed across the busy street.When we entered the apartment building, the doorman smiled, saluting me in greeting and. His head lay resting on her stomach. Overhead the cry of the seagulls broke the reverie of the day. He stirred, careful not to wake her as he gained his bearings. They had slept, exhausted from lovemaking and their lunch.Carefully he eased his head from her body, feeling her stir softly in her sleep. His name came whispered from her lips and then she dozed again. He drew his legs beneath him and sat quietly, watching her sleep, her breathing soft and gentle.She stirred again, this time sliding.