She could take him anyway she wanted, his young body supple, malleable, and in need of her tutelage. As the old adage went, he would be putty in her hands, the pure, little boy who sought comfort in her embraces. First, she watched him undress, and smiled while he fumbled with the belt and fly of his jeans. Despite the light from behind casting him in shadows, she could still admire him. Strands of dark hair managed to dip down his brow and tickle the lashes of his smoky brown eyes. He possessed the kind of body reminiscent of teenage boys who went for athletics-swim team, football, baseball, wrestling-all hard, lean and wired, with a lot of upper body strength, taut arms and legs.
When she asked him, he gave her a sheepish grin, hesitate to strip off his striped boxer shorts. "Just
