“Harriet, you forget I know you. Mature sex “…you’d be nearer to me, too honey. “No it’s not a bad dream, Harriet it’s real and it’s going to get worse, a whole lot worse. After washing his hands he decided on a course of action and he left the building through the main entrance. Harriet beamed delightedly. Marissa arched her head and moaned loudly. “If you wish I can come back later.”
“No. He made his way to the kitchen and surreptitiously picked up a tray containing some drinks and a few sandwiches. By September they were in business for themselves. No jury will convict you. That evening when Harriet walked into the lounge, Marisa had dressed for the occasion. She opened her eyes – remembering. **********
Harriet could not breathe. At the weekend the two lovers would spend hours together attuning their bodies to a sexual pitch that culminated in earth shattering climaxes. “Wake up, sleepy head,” he said, roughly slapping her reddened cheeks.
