He’d wanted younger, originally. He’d craved the barely-blooming femininity, the first hint of curves, the faintest puffy, budding of breasts. ...e hadn’t anticipated the subtle little zip along his skin when he’d first seen her, his Elizabeth, hadn't expected the interest that had piqued when she’d noticed the book in his hands, had commented on it. Faintly surprised that she’d read it, that she could speak so confident and knowledgeably about it when he'd pressed with questions, asked her. . hope you don’t mind. There wasn’t much else for me to do after I got back from roaming around out there; so after a coffee and then staring at the ceiling I thought, fuck it; I’m getting into the sack with that Winston. Well ... I just fell asleep too ... so here I am.”Winston let out a chuckle, “Well don’t that beat all little missy; you sure are a cute English cookie ... the way you curse so politely too! You got anything on?”His hand made a cursory run over her torso. “Nearly naked,. It didn’t appear to be broken, probably just twisted, at worst a sprain. She had full range of motion in the joint, although not without pain.I helped her to stand, and then with her left arm over my shoulders and my right around her waist, I helped her back up the stairs and into my bedroom. She was wearing some kind of perfume; it smelled pleasant. As we moved I became aware that her left breast was pressed against my rib cage; that was pleasant as well. My hand rested on her hip, and I. Over his thighs, past his cock and hands, up… over his stomach and still up… sliding through the sun/shade patterns, brushing over his nipples, settling on his shoulders. His hands slide around my waist and he pulls me onto the couch next to him. Feeling his heart beat in my ear as I lay my head on his chest, my hair falling over him in long soft waves, I am safe. To give what he wants… what we both want. Traveling from my back, around and up over my ribs (making me shiver in delight), his.