Irish was shocked and then felt remorseful. Joseph was an old fox with many tricks. Joseph kept a smile on his face, pinching her face and loosening his hand until Irish let out a cry.
But he suddenly took her hands and said, "Well, stop being mischievous. Now you need to have a rest."
"You can't just go like that," Irish was eager to keep him there and tightened him in her arms.
Joseph was absent-minded when he felt her soft and plump breast pressing on his back. Irish saw that he did not mean to leave and tightened harder on him while Joseph couldn't help pressing down on Irish.
"My legs really hurt," She was trying to say with a sweet voice but could not refrain herself from looking at him.
