Breaking Up Is Hard To Do
She had left him before but gone back each time. Now, she had an incentive and a plan to make it final.
It had been a week—a week of reliving their last encounter and anticipating this one. Lately, while her live-together boyfriend Art played poker with the boys, Gwyn had been skipping chick flicks with the girls to meet Lance. She lost a button as his urgent thick fingers opened her blouse, then gasped when they reached under her skirt to push aside her damp panties. Distracting him with a tongue-filled kiss allowed her to...