“I guess I’m a late bloomer.” “I sure like you blooming with me, Bev.” — Penny Watson Copy Share Image
“He leaned forward and bit her bottom lip. It was just the right size. He hated women with thin, judgmental lips. Smeared with dark… — Penny Watson Copy Share
“I don’t want to see Bev get hurt. Not after all those years of shoveling Roger’s shit, and um…this is awkward. I’m just wondering—”… — Penny Watson Copy Share
“Trish decided to go to New York for grad school, and I decided to join her. I wanted to study library science and work… — Penny Watson Copy Share
“He couldn’t believe how badly he wanted to spank that sexy little ass in her faded blue jeans. Squeeze it and spank it and… — Penny Watson Copy Share
“I’ll bet you taste like strawberries. Do you taste like strawberries, Beverly?” — Penny Watson Copy Share
“ What…are you doing? ” She barely got the words out. “Kissing you.” Tom leaned forward again and held the bottom of her chin.… — Penny Watson Copy Share
“Ami leaned into his side and inhaled the fresh scent of man. “Uh, no. Sometimes my biological clock threatens to explode like a ticking… — Penny Watson Copy Share
“I'm no light weight, mountain man. It'll take more than a couple of frou-frou Vermont microbrews to get me trashed." She leaned forward and… — Penny Watson Copy Share
