Bill Erandio

always fell asleep that way. Linda turned. In the darkness of the room she couldn’t see him but knew he was looking at her. She moved closer and felt his lips press against hers. They were warm and wet and inviting. His hand went to her shoulder, moving down her arm to her thigh pulling her closer. John felt her breasts against his chest as he pulled her closer, his kiss enveloping her. Linda moaned. John slid his hand between her legs his hand brushing against the warm bush of pubic hair. It was moist and as his hand ventured further