It was in those first few moments, her lips fused to mine, her tongue sliding sensuously against mine, her hair soft and silky against my forearms, her lush breasts pressed to mine, my sex pressed up against her stomach, ankles locked behind her, that I realized I would never want to be without a woman in my life. She was unbelievably soft and sensual, and I couldn’t get enough of her lips and tongue.
We kissed until my lips were swollen. And when we finally stopped, we curled up together, holding each other until my father roused us with his gentle touch.
“Dinner, ladies.”