I turned to Margaret.
My gaze started at her face those sharp green eyes, the wicked little smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing,, but it didn't stay there long. It slid down, slow and shameless, drinking her in.
The white lace robe clung to her like a second, crueler skin. Sheer enough that the moonlight turned it translucent, revealing the heavy, perfect swell of her medium motherly tits, the dark shadow of her nipples pressing hard against the fabric like they were trying to tear free.
The same ones my mind could not forget seeing at the penthouse back in Miami.
Gods, that sight was legendary, but this too was insane.
The robe's tie had loosened just enough for the front to part, flashing the flat, toned plane of her stomach, the diamond piercing in her navel catching the light like a wink.
