Zoey Stark Height Novels & Stories

Zoey will be home and available. I look at the pond and begin compiling a list of things to do. I’d planned to take things slower but now I won’t wait. It will all start now, and that’s just the way I want it. I smile at the thought of Zoey’s face and then I grin at the thought of the rest of her body. She’s petite and very fit. She has perfect breasts, not too large and not too small, and she has the kind of ass men dream about. At least, I do. And tomorrow, she will be mine.

Zoey pulled the phone away from her ear, before she switched it off, pressing it back to her pockets. Stella McCartney, her best friend, her most trusted friend, they had both studied law together at Harvard, both successful lawyers. Away in England, she had earned herself a reputable name as Attorney Zoey Hart, now, she was back to New York, memories, deep memories that she wanted to forget, they were back, and she had to deal with them, she had to face them, most importantly, she had to overcome them. Sigh.. "Mommy!" A voice so tiny yelled from behind, the voice coming out as nearly a shriek.