“Pete.../...Dear Noona…” Just a few more moves of Noona under Peter's control caused a cry for each other as they reached their heavenly destination. Peter and Noona let go of that tingling discomfort at the same time until they warmed the junction. Peter gently supported Noona towards the strong chest, but did not withdraw himself. Noona brought her legs down from the back of the sofa, folded her knees exhaustively, straddling her thick waist. The face snuggled up against that strong chest exhaustedly.
“My wife is always hot,” Peter said, smiling and clutching his arms.
"Busy the sick," said Noona with a smile.
“Noona, have you seen me again?” Peter asked again, reassuring.
