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CHAPTER 1
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Thanks hadn't been going so well in my marriage, not for several
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years. The tough part was that my wife apparently didn't even
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know it. Our sex life was almost non-existant -- maybe once
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every three months. I had actually stopped thinking of her in
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sexual terms....
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I had tried many things. Tried a hooker now and then, but it
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wasn't any good -- just like putting it in a knot hole. No
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feeling, no emotion. No good.
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Tried a couple of willing women in the business. They were okay,
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but just not my style. Short-term relief. It wasn't that the
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sex was totally dreary, it wasn't. But, something was missing.
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Maybe the feeling that they were too close to peers....
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One day, I had picked up a copy of Playboy (or something of that
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ilk -- can't really remember), and I was in the bathroom with it.
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Spent a lot of time in the bathroom in those days, maybe an hour
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after work every day. Seemed like I just wasn't anxious to be
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with my wife anymore at the end of the day, and the bathroom put
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it off for a while. Anyway, in the magazine was a picture layout
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that struck a chord.
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The face looked familiar. It wasn't anyone I knew, of course,
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but it reminded me of a girl who had been my secretary in a
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former position in another part of the country. The girl in the
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picture was posed in just panties, and the panties were clearly
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moist -- she was turned on. So was I.
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I remembered that secretary. She had been very young when I was
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her boss, not quite twenty -- nine years younger than I. She had
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been married at the time to a pleasant young guy, a sixties hippy
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type. I had heard that the marriage had failed, and remembered
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not being surprised at the time, since the girl had a great work
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ethic and clearly wanted to "get ahead" in life, have some of the
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finer things. Her husband was clearly not interested in that,
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and would never be able to provide it.
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I had resigned my position at that company and moved to Chicago
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with my family. I recalled the going-away party my staff had
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thrown for me. One vignette stood out....
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My secretary had baked a cake for the party. My wife and small
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son were there, along with all the people with whom I worked in
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the company. The party was going along when somebody asked my
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secretary if she was going to dish up the cake. I think it was
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my assistant, a nice guy named Abe, who gestured at me and said to
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her, "Want to give him a piece?"
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My secretary looked at a girl friend of hers and said with a very
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small smile, "I'd LOVE to give him a piece, wouldn't you, Liz?"
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The two of them shared that small smile, but in retrospect I
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think Liz realized I had overheard; she got very busy with the
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cake right away. When my secretary served me the piece of cake
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that Liz had cut and dished up, she smiled sweetly....
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Here in my bathroom I remembered that little slice of my life,
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and -- looking at the picture in the magazine of the girl in her
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damp panties -- I thought very clearly about that secretary, and
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came to a realization. She had a crush on me back then.
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CHAPTER 2
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Her name will be Toni for purposes of this story, since it is
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real, and she should be protected. In fact, the friend isn't
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Liz, either, nor was my assistant named Abe. For the same
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obvious reasons.
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How well I now recalled every detail of Toni. She had been
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addicted to the style of the day, VERY short skirts. She had
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been blessed by an utterly fantastic set of legs, long and
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perfectly shaped. Attached to a cute little bottom that filled
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those tiny mini-skirts to perfection. Small breasts that she
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apparently hadn't been too proud of, since she was not into
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wearing anything tight above the waist.
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Toni had been the perfect secretary. She had worked very hard
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for me, handled all the things that secretaries have to take care
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of on the job. My wife would sometimes call with her suggested
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menu for dinner and ask Toni to find out what kind of wine I
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wanted her to serve with it, and Toni would dutifully march in
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to ask me. I had been so blind that I hadn't even noticed her
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attraction to me and her identification with my life style.
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Naturally, I HAD seen her appearance and sparkling personality;
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Toni could be positively radiant.
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As I gazed at the picture of the girl in the magazine, I mentally
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undressed Toni. I though of those moist panties, and thought of
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what panties Toni would probably wear under those little skirts
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of hers; they would be bikini panties without a doubt. My wife
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didn't wear sexy lingerie -- it simply didn't occur to her. But
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it would occur to Toni, I had no doubt of that. And, she was
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young enough that her panties could almost be called underpants,
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if one stretched the point....
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Toni. I hadn't regretted not pressing the issue when she had
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made that comment at my party, but I did now. Oh, yes.
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CHAPTER 3
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It was Fall in Long Island. The colors of October were
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everywhere, the beginnings of a chill in the air. Business was
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going very well, and we were planning our Fall sales campaigns.
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But, there was a conference coming up in Las Vegas that I had to
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attend. It was important, and generally took almost a week.
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Seeing suppliers was mostly the name of the game, and I mattered
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to my company that I be there and really do the conference
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justice -- I had to arrive in Las Vegas by noon on Sunday.
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I still did business with my old employer in Minneapolis, and
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that business was important to my business in New York. So, I
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called my former assistant, who had replaced me when I left, to
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set up a meeting with him. Minneapolis was on the way to Las
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Vegas, and I could simply go one day earlier, Friday instead of
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Saturday, and stop to see him.
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Toni answered the phone for him. Of course. Maybe I had known
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subconsciously, but it truly hadn't occurred to me that she would
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now be his secretary. She seemed happy as a clam to hear my
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voice, and we shared old times for a few minutes before she put
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me through to Abe. I made my appointment with him for late Friday
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afternoon, and invited he and his wife to join me for dinner
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afterwards. He said he'd check with his wife to see what she had
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on her calendar, then call me back.
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It took about an hour, and the return phone call came. Wasn't Abe
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calling, though. It was Toni.
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"Abe asked me to call to thank you for the invitation to dinner,
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but his wife reminded him that they have relatives coming over
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that evening, so they can't join you". I bemoaned that with her
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for a minute or so, saying that I really hated the thought of
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dining alone in a city where I had lived for long enough to
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really know the good places....
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"I know! Toni, why don't YOU join me?" I could almost feel her
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eyes widen -- "You mean it?" Of course I meant it. Why didn't
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she think about where she'd like to go, make a reservation, and
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I'd pick her up at her place at seven o'clock on that Friday.
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She'd LOVE to!
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I was ecstatic! I could hardly concentrate on my work for the
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remainder of the week. Packed my clothes for the lengthy trip,
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and prepared to go. Checked that magazine picture of the girl in
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her panties many times that week....
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Finally, the day was there. I was off the plane in Minneapolis
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and renting a car. Drove to my old haunt, and went to the
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receptionist. She said she'd call for Abe.
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And, out to the reception area came Toni. She didn't really
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look all that much like the girl in the magazine, now that I saw
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her for the first time in three years, but she was much as I had
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remembered her. Small girl with a big smile. Cute as a button.
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As I followed Toni down the halls of the building to Abe's
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office, I watched those lovely legs moving under that firm little
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bottom, and thought that, no, I couldn't possibly be doing
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anything more than having dinner that evening. No way.
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Toni announced me at Abe's door, smiled up at me and told me
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she'd see me later. Coy smile, darling girl.
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When you're pushing middle age (at least, that's what I thought
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of my thirty-two years of age), and a young girl (twenty-three!)
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looks at you that way, it just makes you FEEL better! To this
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day, I can't remember one thing Abe and I discussed in our
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meeting. But, it did run long, and Toni had left before I
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parted company with Abe and went to my hotel.
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It seemed as though seven o'clock would never arrive. I picked
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Toni up PROMPTLY at seven! She looked adorable. Corduroy suit
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in light beige with a darker beige blouse (very demure, high
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collared) under it. Those magnificent legs on very high heels
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that matched her outfit. I knew basically how much Toni earned,
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and I knew that she considered this a "special" evening -- she
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didn't have the money for that outfit, but she had bought it
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anyway. It was clearly "brand new" for the occasion.
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We got into the car and debated where to go for dinner. Toni
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knew my tastes, and it became readily apparent that she almost
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feared them. I had told her to reserve for us at any restaurant
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she wished, and she had obviously agonized over that. She had
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wound up making a reservation at the rather elegant Chinese place
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to which she professed she only been once, and thought it was
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"nice". I had planned on this happening, for some reason, and I
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had also made a reservation. At the Wine Cellar, a VERY special
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place that would clearly cost me a fortune. I suggested to Toni
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that we might be more comfortable there, since it was far smaller
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and more intimate. She concurred.
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And, the meal was exquisite. We drank our cocktails, followed by
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the multi-course meal for which the place was famous, accompanied
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by several types of wine. I had done well; Toni was nearly
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overwhelmed. I guess I had expected her to be....
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Following dinner, she clearly didn't want to call it a night.
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So, we adjourned to the bar at a downtown hotel for nightcaps.
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There I sat beside her on chairs drawn close together and
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casually put my arm around her shoulders a few times. Sound like
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a first date in college? That's what it felt like, too.
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In the car on the way back to her apartment, she didn't sit next
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to me, but hardly sat far to the right, either. At a stop light,
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I once again laid my arm on the seat back behind her, and she
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immediately slid across the seat, and snuggled up to me. At her
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place, I took her to her door, and started to chastely kiss her
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good night. I really had calculated that this was it, a nice
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evening was over.
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CHAPTER 4
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As I moved to Toni, she placed both her arms around my neck and
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our lips met. Her mouth immediately opened and her tongue teased
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my lips, which opened at once. The chaste good night kiss became
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a long and deep tongue-thrashing kiss that just didn't end. Her
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little body pressed against me from the feet up, and I knew that
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there was no way she could not feel my cock, rising immediately
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in spite of all the liquor we'd consumed, standing hard as a rock
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in my suit. Her body writhed in my arms, and my cock swelled to
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the point of becoming uncomfortable.
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I eased Toni back from her apartment hallway into her apartment,
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which had only one small lamp lit. I pushed the door closed
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behind me, and heard her moan softly against my mouth, our
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tongues madly entwining. I put my right hand somehow under her
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embracing arm and touched the side of her face, holding her and
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pressing our mouths together. Then, with much trepidation (I
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still could hardly believe this was happening), I slid my hand
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slowly down from her face to her neck, down under her suit
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jacket, and cupped her breast, gently massaging.
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It was as I had imagined. Her breast was firm with her youth.
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She wasn't wearing a bra, which was also not surprising for a
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girl of her tender age, and her nipple was hard a rock. I toyed
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with it, gently brushing it with my finger, listening to her moan
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against my mouth.
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I took my mouth from Toni's and buried my lips in her neck,
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still massaging her breast and nipple. I picked her up in my
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arms, and she froze. "NO! Not yet! Not the bedroom!" I calmed
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her. "It's okay, Toni, we're just going to the sofa".
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I carried her to the sofa, and she was near tears as I lowered
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her, still in my arms. We curled up and picked up where we had
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left off. She was cradled in my left arm and my right hand was
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running wildly over her. Rubbing her breasts, fumbling with her
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blouse buttons, so anxious that I couldn't open them except for
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the top one. Down to those magnificent legs, that tight little
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ass, clad in the close-fitting short skirt. The skirt was riding
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up, and I helped it. Opening one eye to enjoy the view as my
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mouth slid down her neck to the now open neck of her blouse.
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Pantyhose, of course, but I had known that. Under them were
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clearly visible those bikini panties about which I had fantasized
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so longingly. I eased her back and caressed her on the front of
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her pantyhose. She opened her legs for my hand to cup her little
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mound; it pressed up against my palm as she moaned, "I want to
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spend tomorrow night at your hotel."
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"Wrong", I said. At her startled expression, I continued,
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"You're going to pack a little bag NOW. Either you're spending
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the night in MY bed, or I'm spending the night here in YOUR bed.
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One thing's certain; I'm not waiting for tomorrow to have you, I
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want you RIGHT NOW!"
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She leaped up and said she'd only be a minute, and I don't think
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it took her even that long to reappear from her bedroom with an
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overnight case. A passionate kiss as I took the case from her
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hand and led her back to the car....
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CHAPTER 5
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It wasn't far to the Sofitel Hotel, but it seemed that way. We
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crossed the lobby, nearly empty at this late hour, me carrying
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Toni's case, holding her hand as though I expected her to bolt
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and run at any moment. But, that was the last thing on her mind.
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As the door to my room closed behind us, she was in my arms in a
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flash. I eased her out of the suit jacket as we kissed, and she
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stepped back. "Please....", she said, beginning to undress.
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I occupied myself with getting out of my clothes, suddenly
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feeling every year of our age difference. I had been married for
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over ten years to a woman who clearly wasn't even remotely
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interested in sex, and I was doing all this from rote,
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remembering the seductions of my college days, but not really
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believing that I could pull it off anymore.
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Yet, here I was with an utterly delectable girl stepping out of
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her half-slip, just across MY hotel room from me. I wasn't in
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really bad shape, but I didn't look like the twenty-three year
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old I imagined she was used to seeing undressed....
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She tossed the little bikini panties onto a chair and sat on the
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edge of the bed. "Oh, good -- you've got a big, good body;
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please don't laugh at me and my bony little body."
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Laugh? At that body? My wife fought an uphill battle again the
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genes in her family, trying (but not TOO hard) to keep some
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semblance of a good figure, and this little girl was afraid I'd
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laugh at HER body???
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I climbed onto the bed with her. "Your body isn't bony -- see
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how it fits?", I said as I cupped the now nude breasts. Our
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mouths again crushed together as I lay there beside her on the
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bed, savoring every inch of that lovely body. The breasts that
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didn't even flatten out as she lay there on her back. The
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nipples that virtually tingled under my gently brushing finger
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tips. The lovely legs, long and sleek. The tight little ass
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that had cheeks that just filled my cupping hands.
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As my mouth closed over a rock-hard nipple, my mind was reeling.
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This YOUNG girl moaning and writhing on my hotel room bed was
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worked up over ME! Over MY mouth sucking her nipples, MY hand
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running up the inside of her now spreading thighs toward Pleasure
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Central!
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Toni had left one light on in the room, and my eyes were now
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fully accustomed to the low light level -- what I was seeing was
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enthralling. My mouth was easing down from the firm breast it
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had been sucking, over an impossibly flat tummy, lower and lower,
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to the soft moans above my head. I raised my head to look at
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her.
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My wife had quite a bit of pubic hair, but this girl didn't look
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even the twenty-three years old I knew her to be. She had the
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pussy, at least in appearance, of a thirteen year old! She had
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earlier replied to my complement on her hair, fixed so prettily
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that evening, as "mousey-blond". Wrong, but that's a girl's
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insecurity. That lovely little pussy was framed ever to sparsely
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in a light down. Mousey-blond? Hardly. Just peach-fuzz,
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really.
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I knew Toni had been married, and had later lived with a guy for
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a short time, but this was the pussy I had imagined when I saw
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the girl in the magazine....
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Our feet were still pointing pretty much the same direction as I
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bent to pay homage to that lovely pussy. I traced the triangular
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outline of the down with the tip of my tongue, barely touching.
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I heard her little "oh, oh..." above me, as her long legs slowly
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parted. My hand slid up her thigh and my finger eased into her.
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She was already wet! It was wonderful, I mused, as my finger
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slowly slid in and out, in and out.
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I wanted it, oh God, I wanted it. I wanted to lick that little
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pussy so badly! I had to turn now to really get my tongue
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between those milky thighs, and I did just that. We were now
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lying at about a ninety degree angle on the king-size bed, my
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mouth on her pussy, my tongue seeking the little button as my
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finger continued its slow piston action, in and out of her.
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As my tongue found the nubbin hiding just above her finger-filled
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cunt and began to caress it, I sensed her moving on the bed. I
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looked up, never stopping the touch of my tongue on her clit,
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just in time to see her little hand close around my rock-hard
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cock. She was looking straight at it, caressing it slowly,
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gently cupping my heavy balls, stroking the length of it.
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I watched, almost unbelieving, as she slowly moved closer, closed
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her eyes, and took the end of it in her mouth.
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Toni is a very little girl. She's perhaps five feet four, and
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at the time couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds
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soaking wet. I'm six feet and over one-eighty-five. I'm BIG in
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many ways, not the least of which is what she was now caressing
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with her lovely lips. I'm seven-and-a-half inches long and six-
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and-a-half inches around when I'm in the condition this sweet
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girl had me at this time. As my tongue and finger worked on her
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now sopping wet pussy, I gazed up in wonder to watch that small
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mouth manage to open wide enough to slid slowly down over the
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whole head of my cock.
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She began to slowly work her mouth in rhythm to my now thrusting
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hips, running my cock into and out of her small mouth, her cheeks
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hollowing on the outstroke as I felt the gentle sucking action of
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that pretty mouth....
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One of her legs was now raised, and my finger was replaced by my
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tongue, thrusting into her cunt, licking the juices madly. I
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slid my finger down, teasing the tight little hole below the cunt
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I was tongue-fucking so intently, her pussy juices running freely
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down between her legs. To my delight, as soon as my finger made
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its second trip around the perimeter of her tiny anus, her hips
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lifted slightly and pushed down, burying my finger up to its
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entire length in her oh-so-tight asshole.
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I had died and gone to heaven, no doubt about it! The wife at
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home who wouldn't even consider everyday sex as something to be
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enjoyed, and here I was with a gorgeous girl nine years younger
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than I, listening as she had difficulty moaning as she sucked
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harder and harder on my now huge cock, her cheeks hollowing and
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filling, hollowing and filling, as that cock pistoned into and
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out of her mouth. My finger matching the movement of her hips as
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it fucked her in her tight, tight ass. my mouth now sucking on
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the little clit which was standing ready for it as my tongue
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tried to lose itself inside her cunt.
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I could wait no longer. I pulled my now throbbing cock from her
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mouth and turned on the bed. Her knees came up beside my hips
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and she looked at me through eyes half closed with passion, both
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of us breathing so hard it was difficult to get control. My cock
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rammed into her cunt clear to the hilt with the first stroke.
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I couldn't believe it! She was so, so....
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Snug. That's the word, I guess. Snug. Wet though she was,
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virgin though she was not at all. Snug. Her cunt caressed my
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cock like a machine as I drilled her, in and out, in and out. My
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face in her long hair, her face buried in my shoulder as we....
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Fucked. This had little to do with making love; this was a
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lovely, painless, ecstatic session of fucking. Her cunt and my
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cock redefined the word. And when her teeth caught my shoulder
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and her body went rigid, tidal waves rolled over me as my cock
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leaped inside that precious cunt and fired salvo after salvo of
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cum that must have been white-hot, deep into her.
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CHAPTER 6
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I woke at about six AM with, impossibly, a raging erection.
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There beside me was that beautiful girl, softly asleep. Pretty
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hair spilling over the pillow. The room was warm, and we had
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gone to sleep under just the sheet, but Toni had kicked it down
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a bit. As I rolled into her to snuggle, her hips, with a life
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all their own, arched back into me, my hard cock sliding between
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her legs. She made little awakening noises and her hips began
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their own movement, pumping back as she arched her back.
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My God, she was wet! I reached around her and found her nipples
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hard as rock, and my cock slid into her again. Now, from the
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back, both of us lying on our sides, I once again took her.
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I've enjoyed that position ever since, really. She was now bent
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almost double, and I could watch my cock playing hide and seek
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with that lovely cunt, sliding effortlessly in and out, in and
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out, until.... I thrust hard into her, eliciting the tiniest of
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whimpers, and came. And came. And came....
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It was twenty years ago, and I remember it as though it were
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yesterday. The images are crystal clear. The sight of her, the
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sweet aroma of her, the feel of her. The first night with Toni
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was hardly the last night. She didn't want it that way, and I
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wasn't about to let go easily. The following chapters of this
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story will tell about the other times, beginning with the
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following day.
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By the way, Event Horizons has a picture of Toni, taken even
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before these events happened. It's a very old one, and they used
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to label it "Teen.gif". She's wearing the pigtails I came to
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adore, and the sweet sexy smile I loved so dearly. I don't know
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if she was really a teenager when the picture was taken, and I
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have no idea how the picture came to be, but -- there it is....
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