Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Anne was lying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. The room was dark except for the light from her window. She was wearing nothing but a nightshirt, her breasts spilling out of the top like two ripe pears. A bead of sweat dripped from her chin and landed on her pillow.She shut her eyes and breathed in deeply, imagining that it was him, that it was Jan, that his hands were on her breasts, his mouth on hers. In this way, she calmed herself before she gave in to temptation and touched herself. It was easier this way, she thought, I won't cum until I want to. But her body didn't care about her control.