A store outting
Marion lounged on the couch a glass of wine lazily twirling in one hand, the other busying itself with a trashy paperback. It wasn't normally her cup of tea but for some reason it was causing stirrings in her today, her chest heaved and bosom ached and she was feeling the beginnings of moisture build up between her thighs. She hadn't bothered to get out of her work attire yet and was considering slipping her flattering (if somewhat plain) grey pant suit off and attending to the cause of her...