She threw her panty on the floor. The passion was too strong. She felt like he was slow. He grabbed her waist, turned her body like a steering wheeling to the direction that, he wanted to drive her on. He operated her gently, never accelerated than most speed racers would. He rubbed his penis over her vagina before he entered her.
They fatiguely lay next to each other.
Jeffrey smiled while removing hair-strands off her face.
Joanne looked hard at him and quipped:’ that never happened to me before. ‘Congratulations sir Jeffrey Wilson. You just made a beautiful woman come.you’re mine forever. I’ve been physically and mentally been waiting for you for years.’
He shook his head disbelievingly.
She got out of bed crying. She was happy and well. Jeffrey’s silence must have hit a raw-nerve.
He lay in bed like a log, showing no emotion.
She screamed and her voice startled him.
He ran towards her, put his arms around her body and asked her combing her hair with his fingers in the process; ’what’s wrong, sweetheart?’
‘I’ve just saw a person walk past my lounge door,’ she replied. ‘good grief! We never closed the door on our way in. the whole episode is funny now that you’re holding me in your arms. Picture passersby hearing our moans and our groans.. ooh,aah…..do me sir Jeffrey Wilson.’
‘that is exciting when they don’t disturb our session.. you’re beautiful and a marvel in bed. The passerby must’ve been a hobo looking for food and rubbish to sell at recycling centres around town. Don’t be scared. To tell you the truth, I thought you’ve seen a spider.’