Franklin's stare grew larger than mine but I showed no reactions. He continued to stare at me, probably with the idea that my crotch is getting wetter or at least hoped it was.“We have been here for what seems like 10 mins, are you just going to stare?”His looks alone is enough to satisfy me but I wanted more, I wanted him inside of me. He continued to stare without a word of reply. Franklin has always been that tough yet loveable man that softened me ever since my mother's death and my relocation. We sat closely across each other as he reached out his hands to me, I held them as he led me to the bouncy couch just right across the TV. We fell on it like the newly weds, his right hands drifting into my wet holes.I gasped with a glimmer of laughter in my heart. I didn't wear any undergarments, I knew he never kept his hands to himself. “What do you feel?” He asked in a sensual manner, his deep voice sending more arousal to my skin as I clenched tightly to his large chest. “Plesure…” just before I could finish speaking, a knock interrupted our little moment. “ You're being deceived and this man will be your end” the man at the door spoke hurriedly. I stood for a moment wondering what suitable response to give and why he would say such a thing. “Who asked for your opinion?”