CHAPTER THREE
"All the same," Janet Foy said warmly, "it is more than just another affair. For you as well as for me."
She was sitting cross-legged on the big bed, watching the powerfully built redhead sipping a gin and tonic she had brought him. He was lying back in Bob's favorite chair, his c**k big and heavy. Janet's position had popped her thick cunt lips open and her rosy clutch of wet labia were touching the bedspread. Watching the man's c**k made her shiver with anticipation and lust. Her fingers ached to get around that thick stem.
The touch of her sensitive p***y against the fabric beneath her was teasing and warm. She was almost mesmerized by the quiet warmth in the room and the presence of the man and his big c**k. And a wonder which always struck her as one of these affairs
