We both agreed that we had enjoyed ourselves during that first soft swing, and so we decided that we would indulge G in his voyeurism a little more. E, I know, wanted to stop at that - or, at least, that is what she said. No further opportunity presented itself until G had to stay over at our flat again during a late summer weekend. On this occasion, though, we didn't do anything to wind him up, and the conversation was strictly not provocative. Come eleven o'clock we announced we were off to bed, and despite what i can only descrive as a pleading look from G, we adjourned to our room and he to his. We heard him settle down through the wall, and then settled ourselves down to an evening of marital lovemaking.
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3:03 pm Thursday, 28th June, 2012
Ah, Liana, a great deal of the enjoyment should come with the anticipation and that very testing of the boundaries! Love-making is best served as a banquet rather than as fast food! |
