Chapter Eleven
Her buttocks were small, well rounded, and dished on the sides; her hips, narrow. He got a queer feeling when it dawned on him how like a young boy she was from behind. But he felt more comfortable as his eyes followed the sensational swoop of her spine up between two delicate shoulder blades, beaded with perspiration.
She had a graceful neck and good shoulders. Her long arms were well defined with loopy girlish muscle. Goatee moved in and out several times, watching the strained skin around her hole cling to his foreskin. They were truly joined and he took satisfaction in the thought that, no matter what, no one could ever rob him of the beautiful sight of her ass yielding to him. The memory would be his, for the rest of his life.
He reached around and gripped a bony hip
