“You fucking lied!” I curse him as soon as I open the door to my backyard.
Panties and tee piled on the floor behind me, I have longed to let the warm Spring sun tan the Winter white out of my tits and tush.
Alas, stiff wind whips raindrops are cascading from the low gray sky.
I slam the door and flop onto the couch. “Fucking liar!” Scowling at the website’s image of him on my phone.
Still a dreamy smile, though. Armando Arroyo, Chief Meteorologist, Channel Seven News.
“I forgive you.” I sigh, slickened fingers circling my clit. “Again.”
