Peter pulled his head out from under her dress, his hair sticking up comically in several directions, and smiled up at her, his eyes twinkling.
“Can we eat now?”
Peter carried the salad and the plates of pasta into the dining room while Jane, her knees still slightly weak, went into the living room to put on some music. None of the records she usually liked, the Beatles and Dave Brubeck, seemed right for the romantic setting, so she put on a stack of her parents’ favorites. Free Porn She had, however, taken them out sometimes just to look at and remember. More than once she had arranged them on her bedroom chair, hanging the bra from the top and placing the panties on the seat, and imagined herself wearing them while tied there, with Peter standing in front of her and looking at her as he had that night.
