“Put your hand between your legs.”
She did so.
“Now…do what I was doing.”
She began to stroke herself, her mouth open, her lips trembling, her gaze never leaving his. Big cock And even though they were dying to make love they both pretended they wanted to eat dinner first, wanting to enjoy the anticipation.
So Peter followed her back to the kitchen and sat straddling a turned-around chair while she tied on an apron then put the pasta in to cook and found a vase for the flowers. He put the gift-box on the kitchen table but said nothing about it, so she didn’t either.
They talked easily about other things, but the current of sexual tension was keenly felt by both of them. Jane thought the way he was sitting in the chair was very sexy, with his legs apart and his waist framed by the back of the chair. Was there already a bulge behind his zipper? She couldn’t
