“You have great t**s bab,” he said as he started to kiss her neck roughly. Beth closed her eyes, her hand pulling his bald pate into her dark curls. A warm feeling was seeping through her stomach, settling between her legs. She knew this feeling, albeit not very well.
His hand trailed down her dress, along her legs to her knees. She felt his hands part her legs. His touch was urgent and impatient. She opened them, allowing his hand to travel north, along her thighs until his fingers were between her legs. They probed, no finesse or care. They were trying to find a way in. “What are these?” he said, breathless.
“They're me tights!”
“What are you wearing tights for bab?” He sounded annoyed.
“It's cold out there. I want to keep my legs warm.”
“Do you not own any stockings?”
“No. Why are
