I was pleased and rather touched. Like a black insect of ill omen, the aircraft contrasted sharply with the beautiful, rosy cheeked picture of health that was the woman. Now she pressed my head tighter into her velvety folds. They returned with a dark chocolate gateau and we celebrated Ariadne Thorne’s 75th birthday. Kissing with ever increasing fervor, we settled on the bed. We bid our host goodnight and soon after, Juliet too retired to her room. She unclipped my belt and roughly lowered my jeans and boxers. I shut my eyes and breathed deeply; taking in the delicious musky aroma of sex that now filled the room. “There’s your answer Josh, Gran was attached to Bomber Command.”
But before Tamsin could elaborate Ariadne returned, in time to see me looking at the painting. I was too stunned to react and could only marvel at how strong she was. Against the silence of the room we heard the melodious strains of the piano from below. I buried my fingers in downy cashmere and felt firm muscles moving underneath.
