I'd held my breath after that statement, especially the 'next time' part, but after a few seconds pause, Joan nodded her head in mute assent. When Joan removed her nightdress she'd deftly re-raised the bed covers in the same movement, they were up to her chin once again and clasped between her fingers. Without pause I grasped them too, jerked them free of Joan's hands and threw them back to uncover her again; I certainly paused then!
Leo had been telling the truth, or if anything doing the lady a disservice: Joan's stomach was washboard flat, her boobs small, but very perky and tipped with dark brown and particularly prominent n*****s; the diminutive size and pale skin of her breasts no doubt emphasised them, but Joan's n*****s were showstoppers!
Hesitation over my hand cupped Joan's lef
