CHAPTER 4: Terry
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Terry held back his smile as Maggie climbed onto the table, eyes darting everywhere except at Kevin. She stretched out, placing her face in the crescent headrest.
“Do you like it soft, firm or hard?” Kevin’s eyes sparkled with humor.
“Excuse me?” Maggie started to sit up and then glanced down at her luscious breasts and dropped back onto the table.
“The pressure,” said Kevin.
“Oh,” she squeaked. “Medium I guess.”
“Perfect.” Kevin squirted oil in his hands and ran them down Maggie’s back in a long stroke that forced him to lean over her head.
“What did you think he meant, rabbit?” Terry settled back against the couch, ready to enjoy the show.
“Ah.” She lifted her head, her eyes meeting Kevin’s crotch and her face turning bright red before she dropped onto
