No, Benjamin, I didn't watch anything; why would you say that? I only felt the need to, so I rubbed it that way."
Then I felt his wet, warm tongue inside my mouth. He appreciated kissing me, and with a long sight that followed, he admitted.
"Don't do that when I'm around. I get jealous if any other than my hands are touching your body."
" Huh? What if I am bathing Benjamin?"
He scoffed and gave me the phone. "That's different, Erica."
I picked up the phone when it rang the third time: "Hello, Muya." He asked if Benjamin was with me, and I refused, "No, he is not with me; I don't know where he is."
I don't know why I lied, but I did.
Benjamin shot me a glance and said, "Let me talk to him." Benjamin insisted.
But the call had been cut already. When I glanced at him, he looked fanny-like with his bare body, wearing only a straight face. I was better off if I had my belly shielding a glimpse of my shamelessness.
