The Making Of A Gigolo 13 Misty ComptonChapter 12
“Don’t leave,” she said softly as he got out of bed. “If Mamma knew I did this with you she’d have my hide,” he said, picking up his shirt. “We’re both adults,” she pointed out. It was the first time she’d thought firmly of herself as an adult. “There are things you don’t know about,” he said. “Those other women?” she asked. “The ones you insist aren’t your girlfriend?” That had come to her between two orgasms. She had suddenly understood completely why all those women looked at Bobby...