Bobby had to admit that nothing beat a miniskirt for being erotic and evocative while still covering up the most important bits of a woman’s anatomy.
“Okay, Mom. I’ll call you when I get in. Love you too!” She hung up and smiled at Bobby. “Put your tongue back in your mouth.”
“You wear an outfit like that and don’t expect me to look? Or are you a tease?”
“You can look all you want. But you aren’t allowed to drool.”
“Can I touch?” He wanted to badly.
“Maybe.” At least she didn’t say no.
© 2017 Dellani Oakes
Historical Novels by Dellani Oakes 