He wasn’t suppose to be here. ‘Yeah.’ She nodded willingly. Every touch was a delight, the slightest graze of a fingertip over her skin send down a new tidal wave of pleasure and arousal. ‘Are you having an allergic reaction?’ She asked turning around, she sure didn’t like him, but she wouldn’t let him die because he was allergic to the almonds she just ate or something. ‘You know what’ll feel even better than a pillow?’ He said. He grabbed her elbow and pulled her upwards again. Not the Martin Harding from the Harding phones and tablets, that’s my father.’
‘Yeah. ‘I don’t know.’ She mumbled. Just a little bit further and she would be at the top of the mountain. It was amazing, it was quickly building up an orgasm and she went over the edge.
