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and copious sweat was covering both their bodies.
    Clint gripped Hannah’s generous hips and continued to take her that way. He felt the buildup of his release in his legs first, and then he was spewing into her, roaring as he ejaculated in powerful streams.
    Hannah felt the heat of his emission inside her, bit her bottom lip, but finally had to scream as she felt her own release push her over the edge . . .
    * * *
    Ben got back to the house he shared with his mother, found it dark. Annoyed, he entered and lit a lamp. It was obvious his mother had not been home. He wondered if he should go out and look for her, or keep looking for Clint Adams.
    On the other hand, if he remained where he was, maybe one of them would show up there.
    He decided to wait.
    * * *
    â€œOh my God,” Hannah said, catching her breath. She stood in the center of her kitchen, naked, and looked around.
    â€œWe didn’t do any damage,” Clint said. “I don’t think.”
    â€œIt’s so hot in here,” she said. “I’ll open the back door to air it out.”
    Clint sniffed the room. She’d be airing out not only the heat, but also the smells of their lovemaking. It was probably a good idea.
    â€œWhat will Ben do when he gets home and you’re not there?” he asked.
    â€œI know my boy,” she said, opening the door. The breeze that came in immediately cooled the sweat on their bodies. Clint felt cold, but he couldn’t get dressed until he had dried off. He doubted there was a bathtub anywhere in the building.
    â€œI know what you’re thinkin’,” she said. “I have water, and cloths. I can bathe you.”
    â€œAnd he won’t come back?” Clint asked. “And catch us?”
    â€œNo,” she said. “He’ll wait.”
    â€œWell . . . okay, then,” he said, “but I get to bathe you, too.”
    â€œDon’t you think that would defeat the whole purpose?”
    He stared at her breasts, her nipples still distended, and said, “I’m sure it would.”
    * * *
    He stood in the center of the kitchen while she dipped the cloth into a basin of water and washed the sweat from his body. When she got to his softening cock, it grew hard again as she dried it.
    â€œJeez,” he said, gritting his teeth.
    She washed his balls, his thighs, and his legs, then dried him off with another cloth.
    â€œOh my,” she said, looking at his hard cock, “you’re ready again so soon?”
    â€œIt’s your fault,” he said.
    She laughed, then used the cloth and basin to clean herself. When she washed her breasts, and then her own crotch, his cock became even harder.
    â€œIf we don’t get dressed pretty soon . . .” he said.
    â€œYes, I know,” she said, and laughed.
    They went back into the dining room to get dressed. As he pulled his clothes on, he watched her don her dress, felt a sense of loss when her lovely body was covered.
    â€œWell,” she said, “now what?”
    â€œYou better go and find your son, explain why he couldn’t get in here.”
    â€œAnd you?”
    â€œI have a meeting with somebody.”
    â€œTo find the man you’re lookin’ for?”
    â€œTo find out about him, yes.”
    â€œWho are you meetin’?”
    â€œI don’t know.”
    â€œWhat if they mean to hurt you?”
    â€œThey probably do,” Clint said. “I’ll have to depend on myself to keep that from happening.”
    â€œYou need help.”
    â€œThere’s nobody to help me.”
    â€œThe law?”
    Clint shook his head.
    â€œThey just want me to leave. I don’t think they’d mind if I did that by getting myself killed.”
    â€œBut . . . if you don’t know who you’re meeting, why go?”
    â€œOn the off chance they actually do have some information.”
    â€œMaybe Ben can help