Her back was to him as his hands wandered over her body. “Boys,” she replied with a laugh. In an attempt to throw her off, he let go of the handle and stepped away from her. He took a deep breath, it was still a little painful, but it would pass. Angelina had always had a good size chest and it had always sat firm and high. She picked up a drying towel and stood waiting as he rinsed and stacked pans in the drain rack. He juked left, then right but she was watching him like a hawk. Ron chuckled self-consciously, a little embarrassed at having been caught staring at her. He was taken by the appearance of her: the strength and tone of her thighs, the rich color of her skin, the curly tangle of hairs that had been shaped into an arrow, and the dark lips of her labia against the lighter tone of her skin.
