Lacy. Diana Palmer

back arched as she moved toward him. “How do you like me, little Ben?” she whispered. “Hmm?”

      “God, you’re…lovely!” he choked.

      “Then don’t sit there, lovey dove…Show Jessica you like her,” she whispered, lifting his hands.

      She put them on her firm breasts, his palms hard against the taut, dark nipples, and watched with glittery, excited eyes as he caressed them.

      “Come on, honey. Don’t be slow,” she teased, drawing his hands down to her knickers and garter belt.

      He removed them with trembling hands, his heart pounding as he eased them off and peeled down her silky hose. She laughed a little wildly, sliding back onto the coverlet, glorious in her pink nudity, moving sensuously on the bed under his intense stare.