The Preparation for the Funeral

"To mess with her?" Charles chuckled. "She's not only your woman but also the daughter of my old friend. Can't I say hello?" "Do your duty as a Brown. Stay away from my woman." There was anger in Carroll's eyes. Charles sighed. "You lost your cool again. It's getting late. I should go to bed." When Charles left, Carroll took one step forward. I stopped Carroll and shook my head at him. "Let him go." Reluctant, Carroll stopped and held me tightly in his arms. Wearing flats, I reached his chest. in my arms, I clearly heard his heartbeat. The beat was steady with a bit flurry. It seemed Carroll dreaded my contact with Charles. Soon, I was turned on. Carroll had a muscular chest. With a black shirt in between, I still felt his hard muscles. No wonder s*x traps were popular. It was proved that a beauty could help one forget his trouble temporarily. With his chin against my head, Carroll said in a low and resentful voice, "Don't stay alone with Charles. You know that he's a pervert." "Okay."