Lee was good with his hands, with his mouth. His body was so warm it was hot, and it not only felt good because of the warmth, but because it was hard and heavy. He was strong, which made me feel safe. Something else was hard and pressing against my thigh, and I knew what that something looked like and I wanted it. First in my hand, then in me, and if there was time in between, there were other things I was considering doing with it.
