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my face, she allowed me a little lick.
    “Like that? How about another?” she asked as she guided the other nipple across my lips.
    The sudden throbbing in my groin alerted me that my instrument of impalement, my dick, had risen to the fight. All my fears of deflation and performance failure were now relieved and I could relax and let this happen. My trepidation was going away fast. All I had to worry about was what this fine woman had in store for me.
    When my mind found its way back to the task, I realized my hand was caressing her ass. Plump and soft, she had an ass that was made for riding. She was firm and taut but with a cushiony feel that was just so fine.
    Her lips crossed mine in a stroking fashion, giving me a chance to run my tongue along her cheek to her earlobe. I finally heard her first moan. Cool. I nibbled my way around her ear, making the low moans come in staccato bursts. My hand was still working its way around her rounded bottom. My heart, however, took the opportunity to pound hard and loud.
    The feeling of suffocation filled my body as she plunged her tongue deep in my mouth. I might have been a little startled at the sudden attack, but I loved the feeling of her tongue caressing my mouth. I almost missed her hand digging the buckle from the belt. Her one gloved had slipped deep in my pants, passed the underwear I worried so much about. It seemed silly now that she paid no mind to such frivolous items in her search to grip my dick and stroke the length of my shaft.
    The glove felt wonderful sliding up and down my dick. I had to concentrate to keep up my own assault on her mouth. Fear of falling behind forced me to slide my hand passed the edges of her panties and over the hairy mons. As my finger touched her crease, I felt all attention leave my body.
    “No, no. Not until I say.”
    The depravation was excruciating. I felt abandoned and alone, again. Screwing up once was forgivable, but after two times, I feared I would be given my key back and she would return to her husband and tell him all the blunders I made. I couldn’t have that. Yanking my hand from her panties would have been much smoother if my ring had not grabbed the leg band and ripped the beautiful panties.
    I lay there, not speaking, moving or breathing. Perhaps she hadn’t noticed. The awful ripping sound could have been my heart. But alas, I saw her lower her hand to the spot her panties used to reside.
    “Oh dear. We can’t have this. Rip them off of me with your teeth.”
    My Teeth? Really? Shifting positions, I crawled up to her panties and tried to grab them. I could smell the warm fragrance of a woman emanating from the torn garment, filling me with an animal desire to rip, shred and tear things. Her panties were no match for my lustful intentions and they easily slid down her legs. I growled harder as I pulled. As any good animal would, I carried them to her in my mouth.
    That devilish gloved hand cradled them as she took a quick sniff of our handiwork herself. The fresh expression on her face let me know we were working on a special evening I would never forget. I watched the glove as it drifted over her body, collecting the sweat and smells of her chest, abdomen and the creases of her thighs. Delicately, her hand slowly inserted her panties in her pussy, drying all the seeping juices as she forced them deeper.
    “If you are nice, maybe I will give them to you as a souvenir.”
    Ms. Bomb pushed me onto my back. I felt the long, gentle fingers again digging their way past my belt and pants. Her favorite toy was up and waiting for her as if he had not been abandoned. That must have been the reason for that long, red smile beaming from her face. I like smiles, but this roguish grin was not just a little frightening.
    “Take your pants off,” said the naked lady with the bouncing tits. “Take them off now.”
    I stripped every stitch of clothing from my body and waited to be scolded for taking off too much, but to my