CHAPTER TWO
"Hello, brat, is your father home?" Earl Lord asked, standing at the door to his neighbor's apartment.
"I told you never to call me brat again, Earl Lord!" The teenager standing inside the doorway of apartment 2E, down the hall from Earl's own three room suite, was for the most part a series of fleshy dips and ovals, all well composed to make up an almost-woman body. She was dressed for bed, and Earl let his eyes glide down over the fullness of her flanks and belly, and lower to the satin incline. He gazed lustily at her plumply rising breasts, and through the filmy material he could almost see, as she inhaled deeply, the splendid brownish-rosy n*****s as they expanded and firmed. She stood there and sighed, and Earl wondered if the sigh was her way of telling him that she wa
