James Black only felt his temples pounding.
It was either from being stifled
or from the anger Jane Sampson incited.
"Jane Sampson, turn your body back to me," James Black's voice held a hint of grinding teeth.
Jane Sampson's inner struggle lasted a few seconds, and then she turned back, pouting, "Then should I take off one more piece for you?"
Although they had been married for many years and had experienced the most intimate of acts.
Jane swore she had never actively taken off James Black's pants.
Not even clothes!
"Mm." James Black acknowledged Jane Sampson's comment and held back, barely resisting the urge to rush her.
...
When Jane Sampson followed James Black out, her old face was so red it could compete with the lipstick he had given her.
James Black returned to the ward and sat on the sickbed, casting a glance at the woman trailing slowly behind him.
"Are you shy?" James Black suddenly asked.
