She was no lithe virgin. Hers was the gentle voluptuousness of a grown woman, with a hint of fullness of breast and hip that follows child-bearing. A pale web of stretch marks lingered in mute testimony.
J.A. Jance
She was no lithe virgin. Hers was the gentle voluptuousness of a grown woman, with a hint of fullness of breast and hip that follows child-bearing. A pale web of stretch marks lingered in mute testimony.