He had to admit Molly amused him as she tried to “help” her ma and grandma prepare dinner. Obviously, she hadn’t a clue how to cook, much less maneuver herself around a kitchen. He chuckled as she singed her fingers on a cast-iron skillet; he laughed at the sight of Grandma slapping her hand as she would have dumped a tablespoon of salt, rather than a teaspoon, into the yeast roll mixture. But when she started washing and pitting fresh cherries for the pie filling, he found her actions mesmerizing and all too sensual. In awe he watched her delicate fingers dip the fruit in water to wash the ripe balls, her teeth pluck the stems, her slender hand grip the corer she used to remove the pits. Each time she licked the red juice from her fingers, his cock hardened and his throat tightened, especially at the thought of her licking him that way. Hells bells and sciatica, as his grandma used to say. What was he doing pining after this loco woman?
What do You think about Bushedwhacked Groom (2012)?
