I’m off his lap in an instant, moving to the other end of the couch like he’s on fire and I watch as he stands up and adjusts himself. I try not to pay attention to the way he reaches inside his sweats to move his dick so it’s not sticking straight out. I lick my lips and I don’t miss the growl that leaves his lips. “We are not done,” he says as he moves to the entryway of the living room just as Isla comes bounding into the room, a stuffed bunny in one hand and a teddy bear in the other.
