Houston 2Chapter 2 Fucking Felicia
They walked together, hip to hip, right up to a large oak tree hidden in a little sunlit glade. They were quite certain no prying eyes would see them. He moved close to her and she placed her hands around his neck meeting his eyes. "Hello Felicia," he whispered huskily. "Hello, John," she murmured softly, then kissed his neck with a sweep of her tongue bringing his blood to a boil. He pulled her body into contact with his, feeling her along the lines of his body. He took note of her...