CHAPTER TWO
Alyce's smooth, long-legged tanned beauty topped by her upswept golden sun-streaked hair was reflected back to her in the bathroom mirror as she stepped gingerly from the tiled shower on to the fluffy bath mat. Vigorously, she toweled herself dry, being especially careful of the upthrusting mounds of her breasts; they were rather tender to the touch and in particular the darker pink of the n*****s, standing erect now from the stimulation of the terry toweling. She looked into the mirror with intense inspection.
The young blonde wife surveyed her body minutely as she catalogued the areas where she could still feel the imprint of Eddie's strong hands. She examined the creamy, lustrous skin of the generous hemispheres of both breasts. She felt almost disappointed that there were
