Another customer approached the stall a minute later.
A soft brunette woman with generous curves and a gentle sway in her hips walked up.
It was Maris, Myra's mother.
She wore a simple blouse that clung nicely to her full breasts and a skirt that hugged her wide hips. She scanned the rearranged display with mild interest.
"Carrots and some cucumbers, please," she said warmly to Ameth. "The usual amounts."
Ameth nodded once and began packing.
She selected a good bunch of carrots and added a few cucumbers, moving with her usual efficient grace.
Her sleek blonde hair shifted as she worked, her full breasts pressing against her tunic with each motion.
Maris glanced to the side while waiting.
Her eyes landed on Lor.
Surprise flashed across her soft face, quickly followed by a spark of recognition.
The memory of their recent encounter clearly surfaced — the kitchen, Vela's strong hands on her, Lor joining them, the heat and shared pleasure that had left all three breathless.
