Chapter 7

It was nearly as entertaining watching her get dressed, as my prod had thought it to be when she got undressed. As much as she was a younger version of her mother, she triggered a nostalgia for the first years Kathy and I had shared. “Lock the door!”admonished her mother, as Sandy walked into the hallway.

Kathy stroked my firming organ, and noted, “You got your jollies, and I just finished singing your praises as a lover. How about you remind me just how you can wind me up?”

I stooped, and she rose, greatly easing the task of sweeping her into my arms, and lurching to the bed. We fell together, an interplay of dark and light limbs, and she laughed out loud. “Oh, you fool! You are going to hurt yourself one of these days! Here, get your knee out of my ribs, and get your self around!”

I untangled as ordered, finding myself nose to nose with her brown eyes, my pale cheek against hers. Her breasts rose and fell beneath me, her nipples hardening. I kissed her, then, first a feather touch lip to lip, then another, then a nip of her lower lip. I withdrew, and she darted in to seize my own lower lip with her teeth, drawing back as if to drag me into her lair. Released, I pressed my lips to hers, our tongues searching each others’ mouth, dueling and reaching.