Lisa's soft brown eyes had a hungry look as I drew towards her. Her mouth was hanging open slightly. Just inside, her tongue twitched like she was trying to will me to do what she wanted. Her small, fair-skinned, befreckled body was wrapped in a white bath towel and she was stretched out on my couch with her legs splayed - so splayed that one of her tiny feet was resting atop one of the back cushions. Her slender thighs were completely bare. She'd drawn her towel up just above her crotch to reveal what she had just sweetly described as her "honeypot." Its pink inner petals peeked just outside...