The Corruption of Lisa
Lisa Maxfield idly traced her fingers over her naked body, as she looked at herself in the bedroom mirror. Her mind was a swirl of emotions and thoughts. "why" she though to herself "why am I so depressed? Why do I feel as if my life is over. Shit, I'm only 34 for Gods sake - I'm still attractive" Her fingers continued their journey, now running themselves over her breasts - neither too small or too large and still firm enough to look good without a bra - and then stroking her nipples which...