Barbara

"We just made love, Honey. But you look like you're thinking about something heavy."

Samuel at least was sitting back comfortably watching Barbara's every move as she was putting back on the clothes that were scattered on the floor of the hotel room. He himself was fully dressed. It was just waiting for them to have a conversation after their unbridled passion had been quickly vented.

The freedom of making love. Passionate sex. Samuel had no doubts about the married woman, who was now staring at him through ragged breaths.

"I don't know. I don't feel comfortable. Sometimes I think back to what Froy said."

"Froy?" Samuel's eyebrows shot up. There was hardly any talk like this and suddenly Barbara dropped her butt on the edge of the bed.

The woman snorted just as roughly, then replied, "Abi's nephew."

"Okay. Then what's wrong with your husband's nephew?"

A little curiosity did not stop Samuel from touching Barbara's hips there. They were alre