Sleepover
Sleepover By Harry Krytzer The Harvest Moon was shining so brightly as to make it seem like dawn, but the subdued quality of the light made it a comfortable brightness. The gurgling spa jets below him carried a backbeat to the whole scene. She floated up behind him, touching him on the hip and then kissing him on the shoulder. "What was in the package from France?", she asked. He responded slowly, "nylons". She moved her hand lower, cupping his balls in...