Part three Chapter 8

“Come on! Ken, you are making me feel shy.” I told him. He motioned his hands in the air imitating someone caressing someone and laughed.

“All right, tell me.” Ken urged me, moving to hold his chin in an attentive pose. I just looked at him and smiled.

“I need a dick like yesterday.” I suddenly told him.

“What?” Ken asked me, sounding surprised.

“I am not talking Greek, I need that dick inside me.” I told him, moving over to sit on his lap. He seemed startled. He looked over the kitchen door, which also opened up to the main corridor leading to bedrooms.

“Hey, Miriam might catch us! What if your husband returns abruptly? Grace, no. not today. Do you want me dead?” Ken protested trying to push me to stand up.

“What do you fear? This is my house. Douglas won’t be home until tomorrow morning. Miriam is already asleep. We can just sneak into my bedroom, have a quick one and you go your way. Or I can come over to your place.” I told him. I felt my clitoris itching for a