Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”
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