Peter could no longer control himself before Sarah's temptation. He wanted to let go of reason and follow what his feelings were guiding him.
Peter kissed Sarah on the lips, his hands roaming over her, then kissed her slowly down to her pretty collarbone. He kissed her while taking off his clothes. And finally he roughly tore off her red panties. After a while both of them had no more cloth to cover their bodies, both were naked in front of each other. Peter's eyes clouded over the woman below him. Since the moment he first met her and had an affair with her many years ago, he had not touched any other woman. It's not that he loves her, but for some reason, every time he touches another girl, an image of her appears in his mind. And he couldn't touch another girl.
