.. . ." "But, honey, you're pretty," Lily said. "Let's see." As Rhett moved around and hitched one leg up on the table next to the girl, Lily pushed off the brown corduroy jacket the girl wore, and pulled down the black suspenders. Wilhelmina just looked confused as Lily began to undo the seven buttons of the white shirt. As Lily might have guessed Jeb hadn't sprung for the price of an undershirt; when she opened the last button and pushed the fabric aside there wasn't anything covering the girl's turned-up pink-tipped breasts. "You certainly are pretty there," Lily said and ran her fingertips over the soft, firm flesh. The girl shifted her shoulders a little. "Please don't touch them, ma'am." "Why not, Wilhelmina?" "Mamma said it wasn't nice to touch there." "Doesn't it feel nice?" Wilhelmina nodded nervously. "They feel nice to touch, too." Lily turned to Rhett. "Let's see what you think." Rhett reached out and cupped both the globes in his hands, and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. The girl shivered and inhaled deeply. "Real nice," Rhett said. "They're real nice." "Now, honey, can you honestly tell me that you never touched them, just because your Mamma said so?" The girl blushed and said, "Well, sometimes. |