The next morning, Isobel woke up and felt his bare hardened cock against her bared bottom and her body tightened, expecting to feel him pushing his way into her, but he didn't move and his breathing remained smooth and even. She realized he was still asleep, their night clothes rucked up in their sleep and remembered McTavish sometimes woke up in the morning with a cockstand. Even he did not always abuse her with it in the morning. Frang's arms were still around her. She gently removed his arms so she could turn without disturbing him. The room was still dim, the sun not yet risen, but the light of...