Chapter Thirty Five
Jack felt like he was reaching down for a wheedling four-year-old. Bev hung on him, her hands clasped behind his neck, her body twisting saucily. She lifted on tiptoes so she could plant a kiss on the side of his neck and press hard little breasts into the front of his shirt. And despite himself, Jack felt his c**k move and had to fight the temptation to grind himself against her pubic bone. She must have sensed his dilemma because Bev tilted her hips up and skillfully presented her bikini-clad crotch like an open invitation.
And Bev still had her mouth pressed to his neck and damn, weren’t her lips moving? Her moist tongue trickled across the skin and brought back horrible memories of Betty-Elizabeth from school who had given him a hickey that got him grounded for a
