Kathie Sanders Nudes Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Melanie?" "In here!" The bedroom door opened and Sandy stepped into the en suite doorway, stopping dead at the sight of my nude body. I didn't cover up, instead just putting my hands behind my back. "I ran us a bath, I hope that's okay." "Oh, Melanie. It's perfect. You're perfect." She stepped forward, and I melted into her kiss as her hands roamed freely over my skin. I pulled away after a glorious few moments, unbuttoning the top of her polo. She reached down and pulled off her top as I stepped away. I stepped over the stone facing of my tub and into the water, sinking slowly down as I watched Sandy undress. I dropped down until my breasts were submerged before rising up onto my knees, le

'What would you like me to do? 'I want you to undress for me.' She paused for a few seconds and then reached behind herself and undid the zip on her dress, pulling it slowly over her head, sliding her arms through the sleeves and laying it over the back of a chair. She looked at me and I looked back. 'You're beautiful,' Sandra.' And she was. Long, long legs in black nylon stockings, black satin panties and garter belt around her slim hips and flat, taut stomach. A matching bra above, her shoulders smooth and shapely, her arms slender and long, her face in shadow and her red-brown hair, lit by the sunset, falling in a cascade over her shoulders like some painting by Titian.

CASSANDRA The silence weighs heavily, thick as a damp sheet. They stare at me. All of them. The three harpies recoil, one with a shredded wrist, another with a blood-streaked cheek, the third breathless, eyes wide open. But behind them, other silhouettes have approached. Thin shadows, emaciated bodies, but with greedy gazes. The inmates. Those who do not strike, who observe. The silent witnesses of every humiliation, every fall.