" . . look at her!"<br/><br/>Mizzy did, drinking in the beautiful creature before her.  Even half molested by her lecherous brother, Traci was almost more beautiful than Mizzy could stand.  Her hair, falling in sweet waves over her flushed cheeks, her full lips moving slowly as she whispered reassurances to me.  Her half pulled up shirt revealing her tanned belly, her pert nipples peeking out from beneath the clinging fabric as her perfect breasts rose and fall with each breath.<br/><br/>Mizzy could feel the heat of arousal rising off her, smell the sweet scent of her sex in the still room.  Could feel every inch of that perfect body pressing against her, almost clinging to her.  Lifting Traci's chin up, Mizzy felt her body move of her own accord, lowing her lips to lightly caress Traci's in a tender kiss.  The touch lasted for but a moment before she withdrew with a long shuddering breath and looked into Traci's confused eyes "I'll never let anyone do anything to you that you don't want.  Not even me." she whispers before turning to Heath, anger again flashing in her eyes.<br/><br/>"That's how you treat a<em>woman</em>, you sorry little . . ."