Holly pulled her wrists from Richard's grasp and crisscrossed her chest. She stepped back against the wall. “How could you?” she gasped.
Rich stood aside, smiling as only a proud parent could.
“Rich! How could you?” Holly started in again, but her mouth snapped shut when the googly-eyed teen slid to a stop in front of her chest.
“God, Dad... you really did it. Cool.” He was eyeing Holly like a starved weasel eyes a bunny. “She’s awesome. Can I touch her, Dad?”
“Sure. Holly’s very friendly. Aren’t you, Holly?” But before Rich could finish, Holly had slapped prying fingers away from first one breast, and then the other. Then she abruptly dipped and spun away as the kid tried to underhand her crotch. He missed, but seeing an opening as Holly bent at the waist with breasts swinging free, h
