own son is a part of his chess game. I’m my own man! I’ll choose with whom I live my life with. I’ll choose my wife, where I live, where I go, what I eat and do. Gayle isn’t happy having part of the money. She wants all of me, and I never agreed to that. I even told her what she should expect from me. I won’t stand for this!” John screamed. Hannah grabbed his arm.
“John, please calm down! Please!” Hannah leapt up from the ground and hugged him tightly around his neck. He succumbed to her warmth. He held her face tightly in his hands, looked into her eyes, and kissed her once more. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
“I’ll deal with Gayle tomorrow morning. I never agreed to sleep with her – and I refuse.”
John stepped back and removed his clothing rapidly as if it were on fire. He ran towards the water, his naked body against the black canvas of night. His long legs gained momentum then like a fawn running from a predator, he leaped in. Hannah chased after him, unable to catch up. Throwing her pleated dress and stockings on the ground, she continued, her chest heaving. She ran quickly, her thick hair moving in beautiful shapes. She noticed her breasts weighing her down. She could feel them bouncing as she approached the water. As she ran, it seemed that her body came alive, that womanhood tapped her on the shoulder before she reached John. She burst into the water, her eyes closed and hair swaying upwards. The water pushed upward as her petite body moved downward. John swam around expeditiously in the darkness. His arms and fingers felt around in all directions as he found her. He pushed his lips against hers, surfacing like a torpedo with her safe in his strong arms. He shook his head, flinging water in all directions.
“I feel alive!” he screamed and laughed as he flailed about in the warm water. Ripples surrounded him as he watched Hannah bob up and down, her arms gently swaying back and forth. He looked at her and smiled genuinely, as if he were seeing her for the first time. They’d made love only once since that first night. Subsequent evenings were spent sharing treats, drinking liquors, talking, swimming, or picnicking under a blanket of adoring stars.
John felt his desire for her growing as he made his way towards her, taking special interest in her breasts that seemed to be calling him in their direction. To him, they were the perfect topping to her sweet femininity. He loved the way she walked now. He noticed, after he’d returned from the war, how her hips swayed with each seductive step, how her derriere was more rounded and protruded higher. Her once child-like face took on a softer femininity that was crowned by longer tresses of thick, beautiful hair. It was coarse and lovely. He loved the feel of it next to his skin.
Hannah massaged his back with her palm. She smiled sweetly as she saw her soul mate slowly descend upon her. Soon he was holding her tightly around her waist, looking down at her with overwhelming need. He lightly licked her lips with the tip of his moist tongue, then pressed his lips against hers. He continued to kiss her in slow, deep motions. His hands traveled up the side and back of her neck. The sound of water could be heard moving to and fro around their bodies.
John dipped his hand beneath the surface, feeling around until he was softly cupping his beloved’s nether region. He moved his hand back and forth across her love then gently separated her thighs. He shifted downward, becoming eye-level with her as he adjusted himself. He slowly rose, pushing his way inside her, causing her to sigh and dig her moon-crest fingernails into his shoulder blades. He moaned uncontrollably as he made sweet love to her. He held her waist in place as he stimulated her. Hannah held on tightly, closed her eyes, and experienced depths of physical bliss she never imagined existed. He continued to make love to her, kissing her fervently as he slowly twirled inside of her.
“John, please calm down! Please!” Hannah leapt up from the ground and hugged him tightly around his neck. He succumbed to her warmth. He held her face tightly in his hands, looked into her eyes, and kissed her once more. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
“I’ll deal with Gayle tomorrow morning. I never agreed to sleep with her – and I refuse.”
John stepped back and removed his clothing rapidly as if it were on fire. He ran towards the water, his naked body against the black canvas of night. His long legs gained momentum then like a fawn running from a predator, he leaped in. Hannah chased after him, unable to catch up. Throwing her pleated dress and stockings on the ground, she continued, her chest heaving. She ran quickly, her thick hair moving in beautiful shapes. She noticed her breasts weighing her down. She could feel them bouncing as she approached the water. As she ran, it seemed that her body came alive, that womanhood tapped her on the shoulder before she reached John. She burst into the water, her eyes closed and hair swaying upwards. The water pushed upward as her petite body moved downward. John swam around expeditiously in the darkness. His arms and fingers felt around in all directions as he found her. He pushed his lips against hers, surfacing like a torpedo with her safe in his strong arms. He shook his head, flinging water in all directions.
“I feel alive!” he screamed and laughed as he flailed about in the warm water. Ripples surrounded him as he watched Hannah bob up and down, her arms gently swaying back and forth. He looked at her and smiled genuinely, as if he were seeing her for the first time. They’d made love only once since that first night. Subsequent evenings were spent sharing treats, drinking liquors, talking, swimming, or picnicking under a blanket of adoring stars.
John felt his desire for her growing as he made his way towards her, taking special interest in her breasts that seemed to be calling him in their direction. To him, they were the perfect topping to her sweet femininity. He loved the way she walked now. He noticed, after he’d returned from the war, how her hips swayed with each seductive step, how her derriere was more rounded and protruded higher. Her once child-like face took on a softer femininity that was crowned by longer tresses of thick, beautiful hair. It was coarse and lovely. He loved the feel of it next to his skin.
Hannah massaged his back with her palm. She smiled sweetly as she saw her soul mate slowly descend upon her. Soon he was holding her tightly around her waist, looking down at her with overwhelming need. He lightly licked her lips with the tip of his moist tongue, then pressed his lips against hers. He continued to kiss her in slow, deep motions. His hands traveled up the side and back of her neck. The sound of water could be heard moving to and fro around their bodies.
John dipped his hand beneath the surface, feeling around until he was softly cupping his beloved’s nether region. He moved his hand back and forth across her love then gently separated her thighs. He shifted downward, becoming eye-level with her as he adjusted himself. He slowly rose, pushing his way inside her, causing her to sigh and dig her moon-crest fingernails into his shoulder blades. He moaned uncontrollably as he made sweet love to her. He held her waist in place as he stimulated her. Hannah held on tightly, closed her eyes, and experienced depths of physical bliss she never imagined existed. He continued to make love to her, kissing her fervently as he slowly twirled inside of her.
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