Lizzy stretched out and yawned, running her fingers feline-like through her long silken hair, blissfully thinking of his strong, muscular arms and how they had held her in the bed he shared with his wife, of how he had kissed her so hard her toes had curled, of how he had put his hand on her breasts, under her sweater, trying to slide his hand up her naked thigh and under her skirt.
It made her quiver all over again with excitement, a s****l tingling raising through her. Mr Hando Pierce made her feel so alive, so much like a woman, even though she was only fifteen.
She moved her legs so that they were straight out in front of her, arching slightly, and then she stiffened her back and stretched.
She was a beautiful young girl, much like her mother, with an upturned, freckle-splattered no
