Raquel saw the desire in the woman’s eyes as she looked into them. They were green, natural for a redhead, and there was a lust in them that made Raquel feel wanted, desired, the eighteen year old object of a mature woman’s passion. The woman removed her hand from Raquel’s mouth and put her finger to her own lips, “Shhhhh.” Her hand lifter the bottom of Raquel’s t-shirt and slowly inched its way upward. She didn’t move, f...