and some strawberry lip balm before getting distracted with her thoughts again. Her breasts left a desirable cleavage peeking between the folds of the soft, pink fabric. Even now, her waist was still slim, her curves tight, her skin faultless. They all begged for attention—for touch. Marriage had meant a lot less of that over the recent years, and many a morning had been spent with some coconut oil and a vibrator, picturing some young stud pawing at her body like they used