Taboo Heat: Tales Too Hot To Handle
The door opens revealing a five-foot-nothing whisp of a girl with deep red hair, pale freckled skin, and green eyes that you'd rob a bank for.
"G'afternoon, you'd be Charles, the missus brother, welcome."
I stand there and hope she'll talk some more. God, I love the Irish.
"I'm Kate. Me brother Sean is the trainer. Let me take that and I'll show you to your lodgins."
Kate bends over in front of me to pick up my large duffel. Her loose tank top sags and reveals a perfect handful breast, freckled, with a small, hard, nipple. I look away. I need to behave.