"Now darlin', you know what a connoisseur I am of the sweetest melons in the patch. You need to tap and squeeze, become intimately familiar with its weight and all of its sensitivities. It takes a certain amount of finesse," his sticky voice clinging to the word, extending it like a hiss, huge hand squeezing the globe of her breast, "and this is the sweetest pair I've ever come across. You can't blame a man for lingering over a meal so fine."
