Dating A Silver Fox (Never Too Late) - Plot & Excerpts
It’s a strange position, but I think it feels nice,” Morrie said, ignoring Lydia’s obvious emotional and mental discomfort to focus on her physical ease. He had his back to the couch, which was much better for him than sitting up with no support at all. So long as he had back support, this would be fine for him. “Nice? Are you kidding? This feels ridiculous,” Lydia said, struggling to lie still. “I feel like a wing on an over-baked chicken with my legs splayed out this way.” Morrie’s legs were interwoven with hers according to the diagram from the book Regina had given them. He studied the photo and Lydia swallowed hard at the feel of Morrie’s hands lifting her thighs and moving her into what he felt was the most optimal pose. It was nerve wracking. And okay, maybe it was a little nice to let him touch her so intimately without worrying too much about his intentions. “Now let’s just stay like this for the full fifteen minutes and see how we do. Instead of stroking your cli.
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