But fuck if he didn’t still want just a taste of her. What would Sweet Lisa taste like? Her lips looked like they would be soft and she wasn’t skin and bones, not from what he could tell, anyway. Her lush curves would be soft and yielding under his fingers and her breasts would be real and plump and more than a handful. Would her nipples be the same dusky rose as her lips? What was she hiding under those drab clothes she wore? These were the questions he wanted the answers to but he knew ...