CHAPTER TEN
By the time Lisa was eighteen, she had turned into one of the great sexpots of the South. Her figure was nothing short of sensational, with wide splendid hips, a flat belly, long gracefully-shaped legs, and the most magnificent pair of boobs ever to be a feast for a man's eyes.
She had long since learned that s*x was the ultimate fun game, and that once her desire was aroused she could be the horniest girl on the block. She tried, of course, to keep that her secret, and outwardly looked like a prim, innocent girl, ready to swoon at the sight of a rambunctious c**k. The swoon, in truth, would have been the result of lust more than of fear, but who would know that?
Greta, who knew a good thing when she licked it, had kept in touch with Lisa, and invited her up to Washington af
