EXTRACT FOR
Whiskey & Lemonade
(Cheyenne Wilson)

He heard a footstep and turned around quickly, taking his hands away from his groin. Mrs. Thorn's eyebrows arched up. She was looking down at the front of his jeans.



"Uncomfortable, Gage?" she said.



Gage blushed and stared at the floor. "Just ... a little tight."



Mrs. Thorn smirked. "I'll bet."



She leaned against the fender of the GTO and looked in at the engine. Her large breasts rested on her folded arms, bulging from the halter top like they might burst out.



"This is a nice car, Gage," she said.



"It was my grandfather's."



"Looks like it belongs to you."



Gage just nodded and stared at her out of the corner of his eye. One of her long legs kicked up and her backside moved side to side. Mrs. Thorn was not like the girls in school. Her chest was much bigger and she had longer legs than any of those girls. He badly wanted to touch Mrs. Thorn, to find out how her body felt.