“Well, I don’t really have that much,” she said, “but sure. Thanks.” She smiled prettily.
Janet nodded her approval, and he followed the girl out to her white convertible, trying not to watch the play of her shapely hips.
He avoided staring as the girl bent to pick up a big cardboard box and the flouncy cotton shorts pulled tight across a backside delectably firm and rounded. Swallowing, he grabbed her suitcases and followed her back into the house.
Yet on the stairs, despite his best intentions, he simply could not avoid that beautiful bottom. As Melissa climbed the steps ahead of him, those succulent handfuls rolled pleasantly just before his wondering face, and he found himself ogling them helplessly, staring at the way the shorts cradled those sweet cheeks and separated them. He tri
