It was a hot, long night in your bedroom, the union of skin and affection that grew ever more smoldering and heated going on James continued to worship your body at every move he made. But the “activity” stopped when your 5-year-old son woke up in the middle of the night, with a heavy heart James had to stop the activity and he went to your son's room.

Shortly afterwards he came with his face looking upset and frustrated, he was staring at you who was still lying on the bed.

“Rafe woke up crying, he heard you screaming and was afraid something bad was going to happen.”

You frown and smiled faintly as you looked at James.

“I was screaming?”

James's gaze grew darker and his frustration grew, he was really upset that Rafe woke up.

“Honey please, just talk to him and put him to sleep... we're not done yet.”