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I lazed and listened—enjoying the feel of her. I remember looking out the open French doors that emptied onto my third story balcony, seeing the bright blues sky, the soft breeze ruffling treetops. I recall feeling awash with that satisfied sense of wellbeing that comes with being both well fucked and the awareness that I am going to get to fuck some more. It was about 11:30 in the morning and this little slut and her wonderfully apportioned body had already gotten three cum blasts from me. She had gently taken my cock in hand and commenced to stroke me softly, delicately. Amazingly, I had felt myself growing hard again. I had gently rolled her onto her back, mounted her and pressed against those tight pussy lips.Her surprise was, I believe, very sincere, “Oh fuck, Dean. You’re hard again, already? Damn, you are one horny man.”“It’s this sweet little body of yours, little girl. These tits, ass, all of it. Damn, you’re a fine little fuck.”I had pushed into Maritza’s pussy. Franchesca had never tasted anything so good, it was all delicious. She felt so happy and content sitting in the beautiful big room with Eric with the fire aglow next to them. The fragrance of the lilacs still filled the room with their heady scent. It was like a wonderful dream she didn't want to wake up from.They finished their meal and had some more wine, then Eric poured each of them coffee and they had raspberry frombe for dessert. They chatted and laughed in each other's company. Tonight was not a night for heavy discussions of her situation, her amnesia, her confusion, etc... Eric wanted everything to be perfect and if it meant giving her an extra dose of laudanum, then so be it. He just hoped she wasn't getting addicted to it.He looked over at her thru the candlelight and admired her beauty. He was glad he was making her so happy tonight. She deserved it, he thought, he wanted her to feel like a queen. She would be his queen. He would make it so. He would make her his bride.
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But she *was* shapely, her wrists and ankles finely turned, and her waist still narrow."Get on top of me," she said. She spread her legs wide on each side of me, and I lay with my penis pressed to her stomach. She had me raise myself, and she took my member in her fingers. I could feel it dragged down though the crisp hairs. She drew her legs back and back 'til her knees brushed the sides of her breasts and she touched my back with her feet. Her feet were soft. She went barefoot sometimes, but she kept them rubbed with a pumice and used baby oil on them. As her legs came back, her bottom rolled up, and I was inside her. We'd left the door open, and I could hear the water draining loud in the bathroom. I relaxed myself and felt her hairs crush to my belly and my pubic bone press into the rubbery pad of her sex. "Move it in and out," she said, and I did.There's no need to tell you how wonderful it felt. We fucked a couple dozen strokes, then she had me roll back and crouch on my shanks.

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