For a moment, she stood there, buck-naked in her low pumps, there at the top of King Mountain; the air flowed over her flowering p***y, still warm, but
cooler than down in the valley, and Jessie felt her skin erupt in goose pimples.
The two men sauntered toward her, shedding their uniforms as they came. With the moon behind them, it looked like they were shedding layers of themselves
— jackets first, shirts.... Mario’s silhouette was a bit taller and leaner; Pat was broad-shouldered...
But when their bare chests pressed against her bare chest and their mouths latched onto her throat, her ears, the differences blurred into a haze of
moon-washed sensation, and heat and wet and sound flowed through Jessie, and she was blind.
Ma and Danielle liked to read those god-awful Harlequins and M
