I was startled from seeing Henry's face in place of Chris' that I jumped back. Chris was obviously startled, too. He looked me straight in the eyes and asked, “Isabeau, what's the matter? Do you not want to do this?” His eyes were imploring me to give him an answer that will be a positive response. I know it. I can see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice. I tried to speak and at the same time, I tried to clearly see his face. He looks nowhere near Henry and yet, I swear that I saw Henry's eyes looking back at me just a few seconds ago. I believe my eyes are playing tricks on me ever since his death, but why, I have no answer. I managed to shake my head no, in response to Chris. “Is that a no, you don't want to, or no, I am mistaken and it is yes, you want to?” Chris asked. He was still obviously confused with the mixed signals I am unintentionally giving him. I managed to speak and said to him, “Yes, Chris. I want to do this. I want you. I want you to take me and have your way with me.” and right after I said that, Chris then grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face against his, roughly and urgently. His tongue probed the inside of my mouth and I felt his tongue forcefully searching mine. He was kissing me as though he was so hungry for me. It was exquisitely torturous and heavenly at the same time. My hands went up to his shirt and I started to unbutton his shirt for him while he continued to kiss me and while his hand went down on my pussy, rubbing it gently while his finger, again, searched the pearl of my sex and teased it furiously. If he had continued with the act itself without anything else, he surely would have brought me to orgasm. His hand, his tongue and his fingers were all so powerful in their effects on my body, my senses that I can be lost in them for days, if circumstances permitted. I continued to unbuckle his belt and unzipped his fly and my hand managed to go down his briefs and released his manhood from the confines of his underwear. I heard him grunt with pleasure when my hand touched his cock. My mind reeled with the pleasure of holding his very impressive size in my hand and I slowly caressed his cock and I can hear his breathing getting more excited while his mouth continued to probe the wet softness of my mouth, my tongue responding to him, ardently. When all his clothes fell down around his feet, the same way my robe did, I pushed him off lightly away from me so that I can see how glorious he looked. He smiled at me with the same naughty grin he has been giving me since he arrived. I smiled back and was completely turned on by his vision. He has a beautiful build. He was very muscular underneath his conservative suit which hides his physique very well. He looked like he can enter a bodybuilding competition and do very, very well. I felt my hands almost compelled to touch his hairless chest, his stomach and his shoulders and I allowed them. I allowed my hands to wander on his taut and smooth body. He smiled at me and watched me for awhile as my hands stroke him. “God, you are so magnificently built, Chris.” I blurted unconsciously, my voice sounding in disbelief of his physical attributes. He chuckled. “I could easily say the same and probably more, about you, my dearest Isabeau. Where did you get these breasts and ass, sweetie?” He playfully asked while grabbing my ass. I felt his hand squeezed my butt cheeks and gently knead them. His hand felt wonderful anywhere on my being. I wanted more. I want him inside me. I want him losing himself in my eyes, my body and my being. Chris whipped me around quickly and bent me over the leather sofa, as he slowly caressed my shoulders while his hands traced down to my wrists. When he got to my hands, he firmly placed them on top of the back of the sofa and I felt his feet moved my legs apart, the same way a cop would position a suspect in the act of frisking them.
My mind raced with excitement and had he slapped handcuffs on me, Chris would have made me pass out with the thrill of what he was doing to me. While I leaned forward, my ass sticking out, I looked back to his face to see what he was doing. He slowly traced his lips on my shoulders, my back and the top of my ass, while his hands cupped my breasts, gently rubbing and kneading them. I can hear his ragged breathing. He was as turned on as I am. He was as excited and thrilled with what he was doing to me and how I was reacting to him. His hand moved down to my sex again and I felt his lips leave my back. I closed my eyes in anticipation of his next move. I envisioned him standing upright behind me while he looked down on my body leaning towards the couch. But the moment I relaxed my body to inhale comfortably, I felt his cock entered me, filling me and thrusting in me with the fervor of his tongue earlier, while he kissed my lips. I heard myself gasped at the delicious, and heavenly pleasure inside me. I heard him moan as he withdrew his cock almost outside of my pulsating sex, but not completely and rammed it inside me again. He was going deep inside me and I can feel my knees going out under me but I steadied myself with each thrusts because I can hear by the way he was moaning that his pleasure was just as intense as mine and I wasn't going to stop him from feeling what he was making me feel. He pushed down on the small of my back and angled himself over me and drove his hard as a rock sex in me and I swear I felt his cock reached the pool where my orgasm houses and I came so hard, it brought tears to my eyes. “Chris, oh my god, oh my god.” I cried out as orgasm after orgasm shook my body, my senses, under his total control. He stopped moving for a while and let my body convulsed with the pleasure he just gave it and said, “I have to stop or I will cum right away. I'm not done making you cum.” his voice was ragged and he was breathing heavy while he said this, and it sounded like a sweet threat in my ears. He slowly moved aside and slid underneath me on the sofa. He parted my legs again with his hands this time and slowly lowered me down on his cock while his hands caressed my ass and his mouth sucking on my breasts. What Chris was doing to me was beyond pleasure. I almost felt that my own body was not mine but his to do what it asked for, what it ached for, what it longed for and by god, his tongue, his hands, his sex, everything about him were all talented. He was also so strong that he pushed my torso backwards as he impaled me on his stiff cock over and over again. My head thrown back, I held onto his neck and simply enjoyed the feeling of his thrusts as he kept lowering my torso down on the carpet. Finally, I felt that overwhelming sense of the orgasm about to explode within me again as the head of his sex seemed to have rubbed the pool to which it resides inside me and I shuddered as one electric climax shook my whole body one after another. It was sublime. It was thrilling, and he was still holding out his own climax to pleasure me more until my body can't take it anymore. As he lowered me down on the floor, he hovered above me for a while and this time, it was my turn to give him the kind of pleasure he has given me. Before he could enter me again, I sat up quickly and pushed him back on the leather couch and enveloped his manhood with my lips. He tried to protest but I continued and watched him throw his head back, his brows knotted in delirious and half protesting pleasure. I hummed as I took him in all the way and he brought his head back straight to look at me, smiling and his eyes glossy from the vibration. “God, you are so fucking sexy!” he managed to mutter in between his ragged breathing and his moans. He threw his head back again as I flicked my tongue under the shaft of his cock, his moans getting louder and raspier as I continued to suck and press my tongue against his sex and alternately swirling my tongue round and round. I can bring him to climax, I can feel the shaft of his sex throbbing wilder and harder, his cum building up to explode, but he pushed me off.
I tried to put my lips around his sex again after he pushed me off, but he stood up and grabbed my waist and stood me up in the same position as we were earlier, my hands on the top of the back of the leather couch and his feet forcefully spreading my legs apart, again. He entered me roughly and I let out a cry of pleasure as he buried his cock deep inside me. I felt my body start to convulse again from an oncoming multiple orgasm and couldn't believe how fast he can get me there and it happened. I felt his warm jizz inside me explode and my own climaxed wetness met his and it kept on flowing, our bodies both shaking and shuddering from the delicious pleasure. I heard him let out a loud “ah”, followed by some sensuous expletives while my body still reacts to the pleasure it was given when suddenly, he smacked my ass; HARD! Very hard and I screamed in pain! Then, when I was about to turn around to give him a piece of my mind from smacking my ass, his hand came around my waist and he lowered it down to my sex and started to rub my pulsating clitoris slowly, gently but intensely as his other hand came down my ass again, spanking it sharply. The combination of sharp pain and electrifying pleasure made my knees buckle. I wanted to protest as his hand kept coming down on my ass in short, sharp smacks and his other hand with the finger giving my pussy the most exquisite pleasure, but I couldn't form the words, as all I could manage was moan and groan from the combined sensation. All I know was that I couldn't imagine myself coming and coming as I was doing while he continued with the action. The sensation was new to me and it was absolutely amazing! “You're such a sexy, sexy girl, Isabeau and you're so compliant, I fucking love it!” He said with a very deep tone in his voice. His voice sounding very forceful with a purpose. “Yes, yes, Chris, oh god, how can you do what you do to me?” I said, almost in staccato and breathlessly to him. “Do you want me to stop spanking you, Isabeau? Tell me.” He demanded and I said in a half scream, “No, spank me, I want you to spank me.” “Harder?” He asked. I felt my eyes well up with tears as I shook my head yes and his hand came down on my ass harder and sharper and I felt the stinging sensation of every crack he made with his hand. The sensation were all new to me and yet my body was enjoying the pain and the pleasure. My ass started to really sting with each smack but I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to continue with the pain and the pleasure and I had never imagined myself responding positively to something like he was evoking from me. It was confusing but demanding at the same time. My mind screamed from pain, but my body was aching for more. And the expected happened as he collapsed on top of my back and we laid on the couch, he on my back, me underneath, breathless and satiated from all the pain and pleasure.
Chris gently lifted me up to switch position with him and slipped underneath me. My head was on his chest and I can hear his heart beating rapidly at first then relaxing as we laid on the couch. Both our bodies were tingling from all that we did, and my ass was slightly throbbing from the sting of his spanks. His hand gently trace the small of my back as he asked me if my ass was on fire from the spanking. I giggled a little and said yes. He chuckled and told me that he has never done that before, spank a girl so hard that it literally made his erection and his cum stronger. I immediately looked up at him after hearing what he said. I smiled at him sweetly and told him that I had never been spanked while climaxing also. He looked me straight in the eye and told me that we brought out the kinky in both of us. And then he kissed me full on the lips. I kissed back and wondered how soft and tender his lips felt on my lips when the hand that was gently pulling me in tighter was the same hand that landed several times on my backside, sending sharp and crisp pain on my ass. “Isabeau, when do you want to sleep?” He asked after his lips left mine. I looked at him imploringly and wondered why he feels I needed to sleep when my senses were all awakened by his touch. I furrowed my brows at him as I gazed at his beautiful and chiseled features. “Did you want me to sleep so you can take your leave?” I finally asked. “Heavens, no. If it wasn't fear of moving and taking this situation to another level too fast, I wouldn't want to even leave you.” He replied almost immediately to reassure me. My cheeks felt warm and flushed with his words. I felt a tinge of excitement in my heart when I heard him say what he said. “I like you a lot. You are too unbelievably sexy and desirable for words, Isabeau. And the way you reacted to me, how can any man dislike a woman that surrenders to him with complete abandon?” He continued. I felt his sex stirring again underneath me as he spoke of my “reaction” to him. I was glad to know that even while recalling what transpired between us not even 5 minutes ago can turn him on the same way it was turning me on, obviously. I know that I am very turned on while he spoke the sensual and graphic words to me. Even with my ass hurting and stinging from the spanking, I still want him to do it again, maybe even want him to do more. Was I trying to punish myself for fucking him so soon after Henry's death? It occurred to me that Henry did not come to mind while I was in the throes of passion with his half brother. With Chris' talent in the sack, who would really have the time or frame of mind to think of a dead person anyway, I thought to myself. I felt Chris' hand traveled to my ass. He gently stroke it, as if he was very aware that even the feathery touch of his palm sent an almost dull pain to my raw butt cheeks he attacked with stinging slaps, earlier. “I want to lick you all over, Isabeau.” He whispered with caution to me. His voice teeming with desire and forced detachment, eliciting an abnormal reaction from me. I can tell by the way his hand stopped for a moment when he said the words to me that he felt a little uncomfortable stating that he wanted to lick me all over. He was soliciting something from me, an approval of his desire for me. He was still gauging whether I was just grieving that I gave my body to him the way I did or whether I truly wanted to be with him sexually. I let my hands and body do the talking and the reassuring for me by caressing his chest and slowly, but purposefully lowering my strokes on his cock. It stirred wildly in my hand as I touched it. I heard him sigh. “I suppose it is alright if I spent the night here tonight and lick you all over, eh?” he said, chuckling in disbelief how easily he came into arousal with my slight touch. I smiled. I looked at him and told him without any words that he is more than welcome to my bed, my body and my pussy.
Chris slowly lifted himself from under and got on top of me as he kissed my neck and lowered his lips to my breasts. All the while, I can feel his hand softly caressing my waist and the curve of my hips and going down to my thighs. His hand traveled between my legs and continued to stroke my skin lightly. I was starting to breathe faster again. My excitement building up, anticipating the same finger to travel to the pearl of my sex and desiring him to play with it once more. And he did not disappoint me. I felt his hand moved up to my sex, stroking it gently at first then he stopped. He eased himself down to my sex and I felt his tongue probe my pussy delicately at first, then urgently. I was lost in the pleasure. It was such sweet pleasure, the movement of his tongue and his lips on my pussy. His mouth was my master and my sex was his slave. He was so good at what he was doing I felt my whole being respond to his lips in complete surrender. I felt like a rose dying to be plucked from its stem while he crushed me with the fervor or his touch. He was simply magnificent and he was mine for this night. My hips writhed with lust as his tongue and lips continued to probe, sucked, licked and nibbled my sex. In between his action, he would say how much he enjoys how I taste and how he can do it forever. They were only words in the throes of passion but they were words reaching my core and I felt my sex tingling to the point of orgasm again. I had never cum so much in my whole life in under a couple of hours. I couldn't believe how much command he has on my body. He was sweet and tender and rough and forceful. He saw that I was on the brink of climaxing again and he brought his lips to mine suddenly. “This is what you taste like.” he said huskily and buried his lips on mine the same time his sex buried deep inside mine. My heart stopped for a second as I felt his cock filled me up. The sensation of his mouth on mine and his cock inside me was too much that he made me cum as he buried himself deeper inside me. I couldn't moan or whimper a word or reaction because he kept his lips on mine. My body pulsated with his thrusts as I kept on climaxing and he kept thrusting. And when my body couldn't take it anymore from all the orgasms that were going on one after another, he came and I felt his hot cum inside me again. I started to think that he could get me pregnant with all the climaxes he brought my body to feel, but the sweet sensation was undeniably there and I felt my consciousness slipping away with the pleasure of it all when his mobile phone rang, the call going to his voice mail as the speaker picked up and the voice of a child came on; “Daddy, where are you? Mom said dinner will be cold by the time you get home.”
My mind raced with excitement and had he slapped handcuffs on me, Chris would have made me pass out with the thrill of what he was doing to me. While I leaned forward, my ass sticking out, I looked back to his face to see what he was doing. He slowly traced his lips on my shoulders, my back and the top of my ass, while his hands cupped my breasts, gently rubbing and kneading them. I can hear his ragged breathing. He was as turned on as I am. He was as excited and thrilled with what he was doing to me and how I was reacting to him. His hand moved down to my sex again and I felt his lips leave my back. I closed my eyes in anticipation of his next move. I envisioned him standing upright behind me while he looked down on my body leaning towards the couch. But the moment I relaxed my body to inhale comfortably, I felt his cock entered me, filling me and thrusting in me with the fervor of his tongue earlier, while he kissed my lips. I heard myself gasped at the delicious, and heavenly pleasure inside me. I heard him moan as he withdrew his cock almost outside of my pulsating sex, but not completely and rammed it inside me again. He was going deep inside me and I can feel my knees going out under me but I steadied myself with each thrusts because I can hear by the way he was moaning that his pleasure was just as intense as mine and I wasn't going to stop him from feeling what he was making me feel. He pushed down on the small of my back and angled himself over me and drove his hard as a rock sex in me and I swear I felt his cock reached the pool where my orgasm houses and I came so hard, it brought tears to my eyes. “Chris, oh my god, oh my god.” I cried out as orgasm after orgasm shook my body, my senses, under his total control. He stopped moving for a while and let my body convulsed with the pleasure he just gave it and said, “I have to stop or I will cum right away. I'm not done making you cum.” his voice was ragged and he was breathing heavy while he said this, and it sounded like a sweet threat in my ears. He slowly moved aside and slid underneath me on the sofa. He parted my legs again with his hands this time and slowly lowered me down on his cock while his hands caressed my ass and his mouth sucking on my breasts. What Chris was doing to me was beyond pleasure. I almost felt that my own body was not mine but his to do what it asked for, what it ached for, what it longed for and by god, his tongue, his hands, his sex, everything about him were all talented. He was also so strong that he pushed my torso backwards as he impaled me on his stiff cock over and over again. My head thrown back, I held onto his neck and simply enjoyed the feeling of his thrusts as he kept lowering my torso down on the carpet. Finally, I felt that overwhelming sense of the orgasm about to explode within me again as the head of his sex seemed to have rubbed the pool to which it resides inside me and I shuddered as one electric climax shook my whole body one after another. It was sublime. It was thrilling, and he was still holding out his own climax to pleasure me more until my body can't take it anymore. As he lowered me down on the floor, he hovered above me for a while and this time, it was my turn to give him the kind of pleasure he has given me. Before he could enter me again, I sat up quickly and pushed him back on the leather couch and enveloped his manhood with my lips. He tried to protest but I continued and watched him throw his head back, his brows knotted in delirious and half protesting pleasure. I hummed as I took him in all the way and he brought his head back straight to look at me, smiling and his eyes glossy from the vibration. “God, you are so fucking sexy!” he managed to mutter in between his ragged breathing and his moans. He threw his head back again as I flicked my tongue under the shaft of his cock, his moans getting louder and raspier as I continued to suck and press my tongue against his sex and alternately swirling my tongue round and round. I can bring him to climax, I can feel the shaft of his sex throbbing wilder and harder, his cum building up to explode, but he pushed me off.
I tried to put my lips around his sex again after he pushed me off, but he stood up and grabbed my waist and stood me up in the same position as we were earlier, my hands on the top of the back of the leather couch and his feet forcefully spreading my legs apart, again. He entered me roughly and I let out a cry of pleasure as he buried his cock deep inside me. I felt my body start to convulse again from an oncoming multiple orgasm and couldn't believe how fast he can get me there and it happened. I felt his warm jizz inside me explode and my own climaxed wetness met his and it kept on flowing, our bodies both shaking and shuddering from the delicious pleasure. I heard him let out a loud “ah”, followed by some sensuous expletives while my body still reacts to the pleasure it was given when suddenly, he smacked my ass; HARD! Very hard and I screamed in pain! Then, when I was about to turn around to give him a piece of my mind from smacking my ass, his hand came around my waist and he lowered it down to my sex and started to rub my pulsating clitoris slowly, gently but intensely as his other hand came down my ass again, spanking it sharply. The combination of sharp pain and electrifying pleasure made my knees buckle. I wanted to protest as his hand kept coming down on my ass in short, sharp smacks and his other hand with the finger giving my pussy the most exquisite pleasure, but I couldn't form the words, as all I could manage was moan and groan from the combined sensation. All I know was that I couldn't imagine myself coming and coming as I was doing while he continued with the action. The sensation was new to me and it was absolutely amazing! “You're such a sexy, sexy girl, Isabeau and you're so compliant, I fucking love it!” He said with a very deep tone in his voice. His voice sounding very forceful with a purpose. “Yes, yes, Chris, oh god, how can you do what you do to me?” I said, almost in staccato and breathlessly to him. “Do you want me to stop spanking you, Isabeau? Tell me.” He demanded and I said in a half scream, “No, spank me, I want you to spank me.” “Harder?” He asked. I felt my eyes well up with tears as I shook my head yes and his hand came down on my ass harder and sharper and I felt the stinging sensation of every crack he made with his hand. The sensation were all new to me and yet my body was enjoying the pain and the pleasure. My ass started to really sting with each smack but I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to continue with the pain and the pleasure and I had never imagined myself responding positively to something like he was evoking from me. It was confusing but demanding at the same time. My mind screamed from pain, but my body was aching for more. And the expected happened as he collapsed on top of my back and we laid on the couch, he on my back, me underneath, breathless and satiated from all the pain and pleasure.
Chris gently lifted me up to switch position with him and slipped underneath me. My head was on his chest and I can hear his heart beating rapidly at first then relaxing as we laid on the couch. Both our bodies were tingling from all that we did, and my ass was slightly throbbing from the sting of his spanks. His hand gently trace the small of my back as he asked me if my ass was on fire from the spanking. I giggled a little and said yes. He chuckled and told me that he has never done that before, spank a girl so hard that it literally made his erection and his cum stronger. I immediately looked up at him after hearing what he said. I smiled at him sweetly and told him that I had never been spanked while climaxing also. He looked me straight in the eye and told me that we brought out the kinky in both of us. And then he kissed me full on the lips. I kissed back and wondered how soft and tender his lips felt on my lips when the hand that was gently pulling me in tighter was the same hand that landed several times on my backside, sending sharp and crisp pain on my ass. “Isabeau, when do you want to sleep?” He asked after his lips left mine. I looked at him imploringly and wondered why he feels I needed to sleep when my senses were all awakened by his touch. I furrowed my brows at him as I gazed at his beautiful and chiseled features. “Did you want me to sleep so you can take your leave?” I finally asked. “Heavens, no. If it wasn't fear of moving and taking this situation to another level too fast, I wouldn't want to even leave you.” He replied almost immediately to reassure me. My cheeks felt warm and flushed with his words. I felt a tinge of excitement in my heart when I heard him say what he said. “I like you a lot. You are too unbelievably sexy and desirable for words, Isabeau. And the way you reacted to me, how can any man dislike a woman that surrenders to him with complete abandon?” He continued. I felt his sex stirring again underneath me as he spoke of my “reaction” to him. I was glad to know that even while recalling what transpired between us not even 5 minutes ago can turn him on the same way it was turning me on, obviously. I know that I am very turned on while he spoke the sensual and graphic words to me. Even with my ass hurting and stinging from the spanking, I still want him to do it again, maybe even want him to do more. Was I trying to punish myself for fucking him so soon after Henry's death? It occurred to me that Henry did not come to mind while I was in the throes of passion with his half brother. With Chris' talent in the sack, who would really have the time or frame of mind to think of a dead person anyway, I thought to myself. I felt Chris' hand traveled to my ass. He gently stroke it, as if he was very aware that even the feathery touch of his palm sent an almost dull pain to my raw butt cheeks he attacked with stinging slaps, earlier. “I want to lick you all over, Isabeau.” He whispered with caution to me. His voice teeming with desire and forced detachment, eliciting an abnormal reaction from me. I can tell by the way his hand stopped for a moment when he said the words to me that he felt a little uncomfortable stating that he wanted to lick me all over. He was soliciting something from me, an approval of his desire for me. He was still gauging whether I was just grieving that I gave my body to him the way I did or whether I truly wanted to be with him sexually. I let my hands and body do the talking and the reassuring for me by caressing his chest and slowly, but purposefully lowering my strokes on his cock. It stirred wildly in my hand as I touched it. I heard him sigh. “I suppose it is alright if I spent the night here tonight and lick you all over, eh?” he said, chuckling in disbelief how easily he came into arousal with my slight touch. I smiled. I looked at him and told him without any words that he is more than welcome to my bed, my body and my pussy.
Chris slowly lifted himself from under and got on top of me as he kissed my neck and lowered his lips to my breasts. All the while, I can feel his hand softly caressing my waist and the curve of my hips and going down to my thighs. His hand traveled between my legs and continued to stroke my skin lightly. I was starting to breathe faster again. My excitement building up, anticipating the same finger to travel to the pearl of my sex and desiring him to play with it once more. And he did not disappoint me. I felt his hand moved up to my sex, stroking it gently at first then he stopped. He eased himself down to my sex and I felt his tongue probe my pussy delicately at first, then urgently. I was lost in the pleasure. It was such sweet pleasure, the movement of his tongue and his lips on my pussy. His mouth was my master and my sex was his slave. He was so good at what he was doing I felt my whole being respond to his lips in complete surrender. I felt like a rose dying to be plucked from its stem while he crushed me with the fervor or his touch. He was simply magnificent and he was mine for this night. My hips writhed with lust as his tongue and lips continued to probe, sucked, licked and nibbled my sex. In between his action, he would say how much he enjoys how I taste and how he can do it forever. They were only words in the throes of passion but they were words reaching my core and I felt my sex tingling to the point of orgasm again. I had never cum so much in my whole life in under a couple of hours. I couldn't believe how much command he has on my body. He was sweet and tender and rough and forceful. He saw that I was on the brink of climaxing again and he brought his lips to mine suddenly. “This is what you taste like.” he said huskily and buried his lips on mine the same time his sex buried deep inside mine. My heart stopped for a second as I felt his cock filled me up. The sensation of his mouth on mine and his cock inside me was too much that he made me cum as he buried himself deeper inside me. I couldn't moan or whimper a word or reaction because he kept his lips on mine. My body pulsated with his thrusts as I kept on climaxing and he kept thrusting. And when my body couldn't take it anymore from all the orgasms that were going on one after another, he came and I felt his hot cum inside me again. I started to think that he could get me pregnant with all the climaxes he brought my body to feel, but the sweet sensation was undeniably there and I felt my consciousness slipping away with the pleasure of it all when his mobile phone rang, the call going to his voice mail as the speaker picked up and the voice of a child came on; “Daddy, where are you? Mom said dinner will be cold by the time you get home.”