She was back now, walking over to the bed carrying two glasses of water, naked and gorgeous in the pure moonlight. He eyed her body as she approached, and at the sight of those traffic-stopping curves, he found himself getting hard again already.
He knew that women’a magazines and Hollywood glorified thin women, small women and the closer to a damn size ‘0’, the better. But he was a guy who really, genuinely wanted a woman with hips, breasts, thighs and ass – he wanted a woman-and-a-half in every direction. And that’s exactly what Ana was, in her 50’s screen siren dress and out of it.
She handed him his water and then joined him on the bed. He reached out and stroked her thigh as he drank, loving to be able to touch her when and how he wanted. He’d suspected that she’d feel like molten
