Chapter 4We sat side by side at the breakfast nook eating our small supper. I found it difficult to keep my hands off of her while we ate. I was constantly touching her arm, her shoulder, her knee, or just sliding my fingertips over the silky-smooth skin of her face and neck.
I was considerably larger than she was in all aspects, and I found this exciting in itself. All the men I had ever been with were larger than I was. I didn’t mean that to sound like there had been a long line of them at my door; there actually had only been a few. April was just under five feet tall and weighed less than a hundred pounds. Even though she was small, she was well put together with a nice, curvy figure. Her breasts were perhaps a little small, but there was still enough there for me. She felt so fragile
