Taboo Heat: Tales Too Hot To Handle
Laurie is a good fuck.
I'm sipping a Modelo on the pool deck when Tara breezes through the slider from the house. She's thirty-two, married, couple of little kids, built like her parents, sturdy, not fat, curvy, a full chest, long black hair. She has a beer in her hand as she drops into the chair next to me.
"What's for dinner, pops?"
"Filet mignon, twice baked potatoes, sautéed green beans. But I forgot to get the filet, the potatoes went bad, and the green beans smell like farts."