Jennifer Baker

man I loved, and do everything I could to make him happy, everything he ever dreamed of. I have kept myself pure for this day. And now, my husband," she went on, "it is time." Her voice was like a birdsong; Mitt listened to it mesmerized. He took a step towards her, his heart pounding, his breath coming faster. She came towards him, spreading her arms wide. And then his lips were on hers, her soft warmth melting into his. He remembered what the Song of Solomon said of this - honey and milk are under your tongue. He felt his body responding, he knew she could feel it too... "STOP staring at my legs like that!" "What?" "You know damn well what. I am not a mannequin for your enjoyment!" Stacy's face was red with anger. Slowly, Mitt's eyes