"Don't you think I know that?" she hissed. "Touch me." She grabbed his hands and shoved them up her shirt. He couldn't suppress his groan as his fingers worked their way into her soft, bountiful breasts. Every twist of her young body elicited more exploration, as every graze of his fingertips brought her greater pleasure, just to have his hands on her, especially squeezing her, especially wanting her.

"You fucked me in you and mom's bed," she gasped. "You want me so bad." She crossed her arms over her head and pulled her shirt off her shoulders. Her round breasts fell free. Her own hands cupped the backs of his...