CHAPTER THREE
At eight o'clock that morning Alan rose, showered and tip-toed about the small apartment as he got dressed. He made coffee and went to wake Joyce.
He bent over her, staring with admiration at the curvaceous body of the girl he hadlast seen as a child. In sleep the pajama jacket had opened, exposing her epic-sized breasts. His eyes roamed further, down the slope of her belly, and suddenly he fought to clear his desire-clogged mind knowing those smooth, satiny thighs could crush his body in hard embrace.
He watched her, stunned, motionless, hardly able to digest this dream-like girl. Her large, golden-skinned body seemed to dominate him, it filled the entire room, blotting out all else from his view. The breath-taking perfection of her enormous breasts held him in a grin of
