Chapter Nine
The next day was Saturday. When Ian woke up, Laura was nowhere to be seen. Janine however, was very much in evidence. Her soft body was pressed against his back, her warm breasts below his shoulders and one slender thigh was wedged between his legs.
He shifted to accommodate his rapidly hardening manhood and Janine stirred.
“Morning Ian,” she murmured. She stretched and slithered up his back until her lips were close to his ear. “I’m really sorry about last night. Kicking you in the balls and all.”
Ian mumbled something noncommittal.
She rolled him over onto his back, throwing off the covers, pushing his legs wide apart and kneeling between them. “I know Laura doesn’t want them for baby making duties, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t take care of your poor plums.” She t
