LOVES NOT IN HER DICTIONARY

LINGERING EMOTIONS.

His heartbeat peaked, beads of sweat were breaking beneath his clothes, his manhood was getting agitated an excited way to have discomfort.

"No! not now ... come on." He grunted inwardly exercising self-restraint with a great deal of will power. He plea'd his nature like a staunch devotee desperately like a god he needed a wish granted instantaneous. Indeed! he missed her; that was a true that he was not going to deny under any circumstance and worst of all you wanted her. In fact "needed her" was the right word yet the situation was somehow not favorable. Oh! how he wished it was a secluded setting, Oh! how i would claim this woman as a wolf would it mates as depicted in the numerous werewolf fictional plots. Oh! how i would devour her Romantically." He continued deeper in his head what he'd do to his woman, loosing contact a bit with the reality of his location.

"Mmgh! mmgh!" Jennifer clears her throat bringing the two lovers lost in wonderland back to earth from their brief fantasy world tour, also to disperse the romantic mood age created with her own hands moments ago.

"Sorry!" Mansa speaks first trying to straighten herself whiles Asamoah helps her stand right this time on her feet.

"Nevermind." He responds stepping back after making sure she was well stood then straightened his clothes. "Come!" he calls out to her respectfully motioning her to have a seat right beside him. "Sit with me " he requested her. "There is enough room on this seat beside me. It seems Jennifer has expanded quit spaciously these past few months." He comments with bitter mockery lacing his speech, winking at his partner in crime Jennifer.

"Yeah.. sure! Sit with him." She adds continuing. "You know this seat is a double seater which we use we use to share but it seems I have gained a tremendous amount of weight rendering it too small of a space for both of us ... oh! Sorry, I meant .. the three of us now. You know?" She asked rhetorically with a smirk pointing to her belly. Jennifer just literally simply agreed to be slaughtered in support of Asamoah.

"Something I noticed too late I guess. I hope I didn't hurt you or the baby?" Mansa commented still flushed.

"Not at all, we are ok! thanks to good timing; if not we may have an emergency on our hands." Jennifer replied pretentiously.