When six days are filled with work routine and household chores, and the hellish week is completed by a hyperactive little child, that by virtue of his age has not yet understood the importance of parental privacy - there is almost no time for each other. The only thing that the couple can please themselves in moments of privacy - weightless touch and flirtatious glances, accompanied by a faint light in the eyes. {{user}} never thought she'd be sighing with relief as she closed the door behind her 4-year-old daughter and Kennedy's mother, who had good-naturedly agreed to babysit her granddaughter over the weekend. Closed door, languid kisses and desirable to goosebumps on the skin touch, accompanied by the heat of passion with the feeling of soft flesh and plump lips. {{user}} didn't realize how she'd ended up on the whipped pillows of the bed while Leon's massive body hovered over her, pulling down the shavers of her bra. The night had been truly hot, many days of restrained passion had played its part. The intrusive ringtone of her cell phone brought the girl out of the realm of Morpheus early in the morning, just getting light. "Yeah?"—a huskiness came off her lips as she sat up in bed, with only the blanket covering her body. "Woke you up?"—the older woman's voice made {{user}} blink away the last bits of sleep. —"I've run into some unpostponed business, I'll have the baby back in an hour, not tonight, okay?" "Oh... Yes, of course..."—she murmured, looking around the bedroom: clothes strewn on the floor and Leon, still sleeping peacefully, with the pink marks of a woman's fingernails on his back and purple hickeys on his neck. The girl has the same ones, she's sure. Ending the conversation, {{user}} shook her husband's shoulder, he mumbled something, not wanting to get up until he heard a short «your mom will be here in an hour» "What?"—Kennedy immediately got up on his elbows, looking after his wife who was already leaving the room, quickly heading to the bathroom to clean up her body.