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The Engagement Ch. 10

Molly, the Neighbor's Wife

Three months later on a Sunday morning Dutch sat alone reading the headline of the morning newspaper, "JFK Jr. Missing at Sea." He scanned the article.

A Grim Search read the headline in the L. A. Times - The morning after the plane belonging to the successor of John F. Kennedy's legacy was due to arrive on Martha's Vineyard along with his wife and her sister in a private plane bound for the Kennedy family compound. Their party was to attend a wedding.

Everyone was at Kathy's softball game. 'Such a waste of life,' he thought, and put the paper down, stood up and stretched. He had promised Rosa that he'd do something about repairing the run down fence separating Rosa's house from the one next door.

This seemed as good a time as any and so after ambling out to the garage and locating the necessary tools, he made several long overdue minor repairs to the fence. Afterward he decided to give the fence a primer coat and finish the job off over the course of the following week. He rummaged around the garage and found some primer and a couple of usable brushes.

Dutch thought he might as well get some sun and peeled off his shirt and began applying the primer coat to the fence. Twenty minutes into the job he reminded himself to consider the temperature before tackling a job like this again. Still he consoled himself with the fact that the pool was there for him if he got to hot. He decided to quit early anyway.

Pausing to admire his finished product, he opened a beer and took a long gulp. As he put the beer down on the ground, he heard the backdoor slam shut next door. This was followed by the sound of feminine feet clop-clopping across the patio and the screeching noise of a chaise lounge being dragged over concrete. Dutch primed the next two boards before noticing the knothole two boards over.

Always curious about females, he positioned himself in front of the hole and peered through it. The neighbor's wife was lying out about twenty feet from him, facing Dutch, her eyes closed. He searched his memory for her name and came up empty. He recalled meeting the husband, a frail looking guy, who if Dutch remembered was an accountant at the local bank.

For a second or two, he wondered if she could possibly look up and see his eye staring at her. Then he shrugged it off, 'fuck her,' he thought, 'I'm painting the fucking fence, she comes out in that bikini and I happen to catch a glimpse, so what?' He looked her over. 'Not bad though,' he said to himself, 'great legs, a brief enough bikini, flat stomach. That guy's got a nice piece of ass going for him.'

For the first time he realized he was getting a woody, and was wondering how he could strike up a conversation with her when he accidentally kicked the can of primer over. "Damn it!" He roared, pissed at his clumsiness. Quickly he knelt down and tried to salvage as much of the primer as possible, dipping the brush into it and slapping it on the fence.

Her voice froze him in his tracks, "Now that's even better than Tom Sawyer's routine."

He looked up and she was standing, peering over the fence at him. It was only then that it occurred to him that her yard had a higher elevation than his.

"Oh, hi," he said trying not to let his embarrassment show. "I'm just a klutz I suppose."

"No, I don't think so," she replied. "Every time I paint something I manage to spill paint where I shouldn't. In fact, my husband . . . his name is Arnold . . . well, he's told me not to even pick up a paintbrush."

Dutch smiled at her. "If you tell him about this, he'll probably tell me the same thing."

She returned his smile with a nervous grin. "No fear of that happening," she said and finally managed a smile, "he's hardly ever around here anyways."

Rising to his feet, Dutch looked over the fence at her. 'Jesus,' he thought, 'she's got a great set of tits.' "My name's Dutch. I'm going out with Rosa."

"I thought as much," she said. "My name's Molly, Molly Reeves. I don't really know Rosa. I mean, we've met and all, but we haven't had an opportunity to get to know one another yet. I . . . err, don't get out much."

"Well we can rectify that," he said. "There's a steak burning contest going on over here around seven tonight. Why not drop by? I'll tell the ladies to expect you."

"That's very kind of you. I might just do that. I do hate eating alone."

"Your hus . . . I mean Arnold, won't he be coming too?"

"I seriously doubt it. He'll most likely be at the club."

"Too bad," he said obviously not meaning it.

"Say," Molly said, pursing her lips, "by any chance do you know anything about pool filters?"

"What's wrong?"

"Ours is acting up and . . . well he's not here and I'd hoped to get a swim in."

"Let me take a look," Dutch said and easily vaulted over the fence, landing cat-like on his feet.

Molly watched him land, absorbing his masculinity and felt a tingle in her loins. "Impressive!" She said and reminded herself to take a breath.

He stared at her bunched up tits, barely constrained by her halter. "Very." He said softly, but loud enough for Molly to hear. She flushed as they sauntered over to the pool and the filtering mechanism.

"Here," she pointed and bent over. Dutch hung back enough to enjoy seeing the taut bikini bottom form a vacuum and get drawn up into the crack of her ass. Shifting his position to garner a look down into her ample cleavage, he was pleased to see one of her nipples completely exposed to his view. Taking a deep breath himself, he knelt next to her and after a short struggle managed to open the clogged trap and clean it of the debris, made sure it was functioning and closed the filtering trap.

When he stood up he discovered Molly staring at his erection. Jerking her eyes away, Molly spoke to him in a very sultry tone.

"Would you like another beer? I have a couple on ice . . . err, in the fridge."

His eyes remained on her breasts as he answered, "If it's no trouble and you join me."

"Sure. Be right back." He followed her as she retreated to her home, her ass providing a little extra wiggle as she walked.

Molly was back with two ice cold beers very quickly. Dutch noticed her nipples were a bit more evident through the stretchy fabric of her bikini top. Handing him one, she sat down on the lounge chair and invited him to sit down beside her.

"Will it hold the two of us?' He asked with a grin.

"It can hold three people," she said matter of factly waving her hand about.

"Oh, then you've tested it out?" He said, grinning at her. Molly went crimson after realizing his meaning. She convinced herself he meant no harm. She was admiring his white teeth and thinking about them being applied to her, in various erotic ways when her errant hand came in contact with his rampant member.

"Oh!" She said.

"Oh!" He said.

They tried to laugh it off, but her nipples gave her away. She blushed even deeper wondering just where this was going. Dutch glanced down at his crotch and saw the pre-cum spot spreading over the porous material of his shorts. Molly saw it too.

He took a long drink of his beer.

She licked her lips, hoping he'd make a move on her.

Nothing happened.

He was trying to determine when the women would return to the house when Molly said, "Maybe we'd be more comfortable inside." That convinced him she wanted it and he rose to his feet, his hardon obvious to both. "Yeah, that's a good idea," he said hoarsely and followed her inside.

In the kitchen, Molly was placing her beer on the countertop when he moved against her, pressing his seething cock into her ass. She moaned, but remained still. His left hand crossed her chest to her right breast and cupped it. Molly responded by pressing her hips backwards and rotating them a bit as she bit her lip in excitement.

He was thumbing her turgid nipple through the fabric of her bikini top when she managed to stammer, "I . . . I was watching this movie earlier. May . . . maybe you'd watch it with me?"

Jabbing his erection into the crack of her ass, he said, "Why not?"

They moved to the large couch in the living room. Molly picked up the remote, switched on a porno movie in which a large, very well endowed black man was being blown by a pretty blonde.

"You've got great tits," he said removing one from her halter and studying it.

"You really think so?" Molly was obviously in need of some compliments.

"Oh yeah," and he leaned forward to take her nipple into his mouth.

Molly moaned as he bit down on it.

On the television screen, the blonde was running her hands over her breasts, milking them upwards, tweaking and massaging her erect nipples.

Molly's fingertips were tracing the outline of his fat prick, still encased in his shorts.

"Take your clothes off, Molly," he whispered to her right ear.

Reaching behind her in that graceful manner women have, she opened the knot with one hand, relaxed and hunched her shoulders a bit and the skimpy top fell off, dropping into Dutch's lap.

"Everything," He rasped hoarsely, "everything."

He took in her breasts. They were huge, hanging ever so slightly from their weight. Her areole the size of a silver dollar, eraser sized nipples fully erect, begging to be bitten over and over.

Raising her hips and placing her thumbs into the bikini bottoms, Molly managed to remove them; and using her left foot, flung them away.

"Now you!" She gasped her voice husky and her eyes smoky. But he kissed her instead, feeling her lips vibrate with another muffled moan. One of Molly's hands slipped into his shorts and began to rub his member as their hungry tongues probed with almost desperate need.

On the screen, the blonde still had one hand working on her breasts. Her other hand was now playing with her belly, pubic hair, and, every once in a while, dipping down to rub along her downy slit as she eagerly sucked on the longest dick Dutch had ever seen.

"Please," Molly pleaded, "let me have it. I have to have it in my mouth like she does."

He couldn't take much more anyway and wrested his shorts off, kicking them away and ironically, they landed on top of her bikini bottoms. His thick, eight-inch cock sprang free from its confinement and stood pointing upward. Molly's breasts lightly brushed against his genitalia as she reached for it. Then grasping it with both hands, Molly began a slow jerking motion on his prick, and after thoroughly coating the head of his member with a combination of pre-cum and her own saliva, she leaned further and blew a hot, wet breath along the length of it.

His cock jerked involuntarily.

Molly was grinning as she gazed up at him. The grin turned wickedly evil as she took just the tip of it into her mouth, and swirling her tongue around the rest of his cock head, twittered around the sensitive ridge. His hips flexed involuntarily and his massive cock jumped again.

She laughed. "You have the most delightful cock," she murmured nibbling around his testicles. Dutch moaned and Molly took the length of him into her warm, moist, mouth. He had already classified her as a great cocksucker, even before she'd really got going on him.

"And you can really suck a cock."

"Your cock, maybe!" she croaked, breathing with difficulty between her urgent slurping and wet sucks.

He looked down past her fair-haired head and saw from the movement of her hips that she was working on herself, too. "Your fingers are busy too." He said hoarsely. He could also see the TV above her head, the black stud was ass-fucking the blonde, who apparently loved every stroke he was hammering into her.

Molly ran her tongue along the underside of his cock and then engulfed him, taking about five inches of him into her throat. He raised his arms and shook off his T-shirt.

"Mmmmmm!" She slurped.

He realized he wasn't going to last much longer.

Molly increased her suction. "Mmmmmm!"

Dutch could feel a pleasant tightening of his stomach muscles. Between gasps of pleasure and involuntary thrusts into Molly's mouth, he told her he was getting ready to come. She responded by squeezing his balls and taking him further into her mouth, using her tongue in still more delightful convolutions.

Now he was actively fucking her mouth. With both hands on her head, clenching and pulling her blond hair, getting closer and closer to the edge; he could feel his balls pulling in to his body in anticipation of what wasn't far away. Molly finally pushed him over the edge by running her tongue repeatedly around the sensitive ridge on his cockhead. Dutch thrust spasmodically against her mouth and held her head tightly as he started spurting down her throat. Molly didn't even try to move away; she just kept sucking on his cock, swallowing its load, and draining the last of the sperm from him.

After he had collapsed back on the couch and was idly caressing her hair, Molly let his softening cock slip from her mouth and moved up to kiss him. She hadn't swallowed all of his jizm; he tasted himself as their tongues entwined.

Wanting nothing more than to make Molly come herself, Dutch nibbled on her ear, planted little kisses in her hair, on the nape of her neck, in the hollow of her throat and on her shoulders, doing his best to drive her crazy. She shuddered and moaned, then stopped him and turned around. Her breasts were red from his attention and her face was flushed.

"Wait," she said, then turned around and bent over, giving him a wonderful view of her gorgeous ass and puckered sphincter. Her breasts he saw only as two globes hanging partially in view between her legs. He could also see her pussy, puffy with arousal, surrounded by lightly colored downy pubic hair. Many of those hairs had tiny droplets of Molly's juices hanging from them, a sight that turned him on again.

As he felt himself lengthening once more, Molly licked a finger and then placed it between her legs and touching her sphincter. After lightly rubbing around the rim of her asshole, she pressed inward then ran her finger forward, bisecting her swollen lips.

After licking her finger clean, she ran the finger along her puffy labia and into her slit again, this time pressing a bit deeper, a bit harder. Dutch couldn't stand watching her any longer and therefore got up and pulled her back down on the couch. Molly's questing fingers felt his arousal and squeezed him hard. He bit one nipple and tugged on the other, causing her to yelp aloud with satisfaction. Quickly he sent a questing finger into her dripping cunt.

She shuddered, but moved away from his finger. At first, Dutch didn't understand, but her motive soon became apparent as the fingertips of both hands wandered down his chest and stomach. When she reached his navel, Dutch's elongated prick slipped in between her breasts and bumped along her sternum.

After slapping her turgid nipples and breasts with his prick and hearing her whimper with anticipation, he bent to suckle them. Then using the very tip of his tongue and licking broad, rough swathes over her aureole, he enticed her nipples to new heights. Molly grasped his head and hugged it roughly against her chest. Dutch played windshield wiper, first licking the right nipple, then the left.

Molly began to writhe. She attempted to force his head downward, but lacked the strength to do so. However he got the message and was soon kissing and licking his way across her abdomen. Her pelvis arched upward to meet his tongue and fingers. And as soon as she felt his fingers upon her, Molly began massaging her breasts.

Intuitively, Dutch knew Molly hadn't been laid in a while and was desperate for a wholesome fucking. 'Could he make her a regular piece of ass?' he wondered while caressing her inner thighs.

She was moaning deliriously now, her legs spread lewdly as he moved his fingers in and out of her. He continued to tease her, spreading her labia with two fingers while continuing to probe her cunt with two others. He brought his mouth close to her drooling cunt and kissed the top of her mons. Molly's entire body was trembling and she kept moaning softly. He was glad they had moved inside and although he didn't know it, so was Molly.

'I'm, so hot . . . I must be a slut,' she thought. 'I should have stayed outside and the world could be watching as he fucks me.' She trembled at the thought. 'What's the matter with me? Oh, oh, oh, I need him in me!'

At that precise moment, he blew gently upon her wetness and saw her clit pop free of its hooded sheath.

He breathed on her again and noted the contraction of her stomach muscles. Her moaning intensified. Her fingernails were dug into the cushions so fiercely the material was close to bursting from the pressure. He took his finger from her cunt and stuck it up her ass and listened as her breath whooshed out, followed by a slow, excruciating inhalation. Molly wriggled her ass trying to gain even deeper penetration.

He established an alternating rhythm, first pressing his finger into her hole then sending another finger on a probe of her juicy cunt. Satisfied with himself, he bent his head close and traced his tongue through her pubic hair. Molly jerked upright and pressed his head tightly against her, an indication that she was clearly enjoying the sensations.

Her hips were rocking back and forth, gradually picking up speed. When he fastened his lips to her nipple and hummed, Molly's sporadic moans turned to a crescendo of unending groans and pleadings for him to please fuck her, please suck her, now!

Dutch continued to finger-fuck her ass and cunt while sucking on her nipple. Molly applied more pressure to his head, which also forced him to bring additional pressure to her sensitive nerve endings. As his fingers moved back and forth, probing up the third knuckle, her cunt made a series of sucking noises. Dutch laved his tongue between her breasts and those sensations became too much for her. Every muscle tensed and she began to quiver spasmodically, bucking wildly.

She began her climax.

He continued to tongue-lash her breasts, extending her pleasure as wave after wave swept over her. Molly was counting her orgasms - that is - until the eighth one hit, then overwhelmed by it all, she passed out.

He held her in his arms until she was sufficiently recovered.

"Like it?" He asked, before kissing her.

Her voice was hardly discernible, "Yes . . . Yes, I . . . really needed that."

"There's more in store for you," he smiled and kissed her again. This time her tongued responded and the kiss lasted a while.

His prick was jutting out from his body, a detail Molly soon noticed.

"Want to try something kinky?" She grinned.

"I'm game for anything sweetheart," he responded.

"kay, why don't you lay on your back?"

"Going to do all the work, eh?"

Coyly, she answered him, "Maybe."

He rolled over on his back as she had requested. Molly shoved her hands between her legs and when she was satisfied they had sufficient moisture on them, rubbed them over her breasts, especially into her abundant cleavage. Realizing what she was up to, Dutch helped out, licking each nipple as they hovered above him.

Molly moved into place and lowered her breasts around his cock, her nipples pointing at him, engorged again. Molly began moving slowly back and forth, fucking his prick with her hanging teats, giving it little licks and sucks each time his prick came into her range.

"Always wanted to try this," she husked, looking at him through smoldering eyes.

Lifting her right leg, she placed it over his and let him feel her growing heat as she ground her pussy against him. Soon, she was breathing heavily and Dutch was thrusting into her cleavage and groaning himself. Just before he could come, Molly gripped him with her hands and squeezed the lower end of his shaft, curtailing his orgasm for the moment.
"Not ready for you to cum yet," she moaned, her eyes glazed over with lust.

Gliding down his muscular form, she found her pussy aligned with his rigid cock and lowered her self down onto it. When the very tip touched her folds, she stopped.

"Come on!" He groused, "let me in!"

She giggled then whispered, "Not by the hair on your chinny-chin-chin!"

Dutch knew she was going to torment him as he had her and tried to prepare himself. Molly lowered herself about an inch. His cockhead was in contact with her cunt, but Molly began rotating her hips ever so slightly, then changed directions and circled in the opposite direction. The stimulation for both was intensely exhilarating.

"Need you!" She moaned and slowly settled down upon his shaft.

Dutch couldn't believe the sensations her actions caused; her pussy was very tight, he felt the pussy walls contract with Molly's sudden intake of breath accompanying his full penetration. He himself had stopped breathing.

Then, Molly was lifting herself up and down and he began to thrust in time with her. Each time, his cock would pull out until the head was barely inside her, then it would penetrate to its full length. She kept the pace slow. Not slow, slow, but measurably slow. He was groaning and holding onto her hips, Molly grimaced with joy as she pulled hard on her nipples. Eventually, Molly tired and they changed positions, with her on her back. He wasted no time in penetrating her again, sliding his whole length into her with the first stroke.

She raised her hips up to meet next thrust - then wrapped her legs around him reveling in the sensation of his cock her warm, wet pussy.

Content to make it last as long as possible, Dutch alternated his steady fucking by occasionally picking up the pace, and pumping into Molly with a series of short, tight strokes that built tension in his belly. Molly moaned loader as he pumped her, and shrieked a surprised "YES!" when he slipped a finger down to press on the top of her clit as his prick stimulated it from below.

Molly was flushed and breathing heavily; both were covered with a light sheen of sweat. Dutch's ass was bucking with a life of its own, striving to meet her thrusting hips and drive his prick even further into her tightness.

Molly realized he was about to come and began bucking even harder against him, trying to reach her orgasm with him.

Her pussy had been squeezing against his prick with steady, firm contractions. Suddenly it clamped down as her orgasm arrived accompanied by her loud screams of pleasure. With one last spasmodic thrust, he came, the sperm boiling out of his testicles, rocketing against her vaginal walls, stalking her ovaries. He realized it was one of the longest ejaculations of his life.

When his cock was finally done pulsating, they collapsed together and lay there, cooling off.

Ultimately, Molly got up and put a housecoat on. "You better get dressed and back next door," she said, a forlorn expression on her face, as though conceding that this was just a one-time fling.

He saw this and was saddened.

Reaching out, he touched her chin with his fingertips. "I meant what I said before."

Puzzled, all Molly could manage was a stupefied, "Huh?"

"You know, come on over a little later. Have dinner with us. My Rosa would be glad to have you over. I'm serious."

"You think? No, I couldn't presume . . . "

"Hey," he chucked her under the chin this time. "You come over even if what's-his-name shows up. Bring him too.

"He won't," she said and then perked up and gave him a brilliant smile. "But I will!"

He kissed her longingly and left with a fresh hardon, thinking about Rosa's reaction when he told her all about Molly.

-- Molly and Rosa and Dutch --

With great reluctance, Dutch left Molly and returned home, took a shower and was watching the Cubs play the Twins on TV.

Sosa had just hit his 33rd homerun to hold his lead over Mark McGuire who had already belted his 29th off Mike Sirotka, of the White Sox, when the women came home from Kathy's game.

When the opportunity presented itself, he told Rosa about his afternoon adventure with Molly.

"You're kidding me, that recluse?"

"Some recluse," he smiled. "She fucked my brains out. But she definitely has man trouble. Her husband's a loser, pure and simple."

"How so?" Rosa asked, her curiosity just overshadowing her desire to sample this woman's flesh.

"By totally ignoring her. Believe me, she's hot. And I think we can persuade her to join us for some sexual frolics. That is, if you're agreeable."

"To tell you the truth, honey, ever since that night with Alice and Robert I've had a yen for a sweet pussy. I'm all for it. You say you invited her over for dinner tonight?"

"Yeah, I thought you'd like to meet her, formerly that is." This was stated with a lecherous leer on his face.

"Mmmm, I would, but what about Mom and Kathy? Mom's too smart to even think of fooling, and Kathy's invited her girl friend Peggy over."

"That's easy," he said, shifting his butt to a more comfortable position. "Mom has a date for later on."

"She does? That's great. She never mentioned it to me."

"Well she has a certain style about her. She told me that I wouldn't be getting any of her pussy for a while now that Freddie's come courting."

They both laughed at that. "And as for Kathy and her friend, why not send them off to the movies?"

Rosa was already thumbing through the newspaper. "Let's see . . . she's seen "Blair Witch Project," and "American Pie," I don't know Dutch, what if they don't feel up to a movie?"

"We won't know unless we ask them, but to help matters I'll spring for the tickets."

"I was hoping you would. I'm a little short this week. I'm close to selling this house, but the client is still trying to convince her husband it's the right place for them. It's silly really; the woman really picks the home . . ."

"Not always, baby. Sometimes the man knows exactly what he wants, or can afford and has to bring his lady back to reality."

"Huh, I think that's a rare case where that happens. All the same the movies sound like a good bet. I think they'll buy it."

***

Rosa was testing the baked potatoes when Molly arrived. She wore white shorts and a light blue blouse. Her hair was up in a small bun and she shyly handed Rosa a bottle of wine.

"Welcome to my home," Rosa said giving her a light kiss on the cheek.

Molly felt a rush of guilt for having slept with this woman's boyfriend earlier that afternoon. She never considered the possibility that he would have mentioned what had happened to her.

"Isn't . . . isn't Dutch here?" she asked faltering somewhat, then flushing as her embarrassment flooded over her.

Rosa reading her very well spoke up quickly, "Yes, of course he is. He's in charge of the grill. We're having burgers and steaks. Why not go out on the patio and tell him what you'd prefer. I'll be out in a second as soon as I finish with the baked potatoes."

"Can I help with anything?"

"Oh, no, you brought the wine, that's plenty. Please, make yourself at home. My daughter, Kathy - she's the blonde and her friend Peggy, the brunette, are out there with Dutch and my mother, Sue."

Molly made her way outside and Dutch performed the introductions without staring to hard at Molly's lush form. Only Sue caught him and gave him a light elbow. "Don't bite off more than you can handle Dutch," she said in warning.

"Never, Sue. Never happen, you'll see."

Turning back to the others he called out, "Now I know what Rosa wants, how about the rest of you?"

As might be expected, the teenagers opted for burgers and the adults chose steaks. Rosa came out bearing a tray of baked potatoes and Mexican corn and several other vegetables. And they sat down at a large picnic table just off the patio and ate until everyone was full.

Around six-thirty, Freddie came to pick up Sue and they left soon after. Then Dutch asked the girls if they wanted to take in a movie and to both his and Rosa's surprise, they jumped up and down screeching, "Runaway Bride, Runaway Bride!"

"Who's in that one, Kathy? Her mother asked out of curiosity, not having heard of this movie.

"Richard Gere! He's to die for!" Peggy answered.

"And don't forget Julia Roberts!" Kathy added.

Dutch handed Kathy a twenty and told them to have a good time. Taking the twenty, the two girls bounded out of the yard into the house and hopped in Peggy's Honda.

"Drive carefully!" Rosa called out as the car left the driveway. She turned and went back out on the patio to join Dutch and Molly.

"Shall we go inside and have something to drink?" she inquired, arching her eyebrow at Dutch who promptly placed his hand on Molly's waist and steered her inside.

***

After a glass of wine, Dutch stood up and faced the two women sitting on the sofa. "All right ladies, it's time for dessert."

"Oh, none for me, thank you," Molly said, dabbing her napkin at her lips, wiping a light trace of wine away. "I couldn't eat another thing."

Rosa didn't say anything, but a faint smile crossed her lips as she put her half filled glass down and waited for Dutch to continue.

"Sure you can," he said, slowly pulling his fly down and shaking out his snake of an erection and holding it loosely in his meaty hand.

"Oh my God!" Molly cried out.

"Jesus, Dutch," Rosa blurted, for even she was caught off-guard by his action.

Still grasping his massive tool in hand he approached the two women, Molly cringed in fear, hands raised up to her eyes as Dutch, wearing a huge grin, sat between the women and began rubbing the head of his fat cock against first Molly's and then Rosa's mouth.

"What . . . .?" Molly gasped.

"Lick it Rosa," he said sternly and Rosa complied, sealing her lips tightly around the head of his cock, she sucked earnestly in a lazy rhythm, randomly spanking the tip with her tongue until he pried it loose and tendered it to Molly.

For her part, Molly was now in a trace-like state, a fugue wherein sexual images hung in her mind like a fog. He looked at her and said, "Lick it Molly," and although she leaned toward him she hesitated.

"Lick it Molly. You did such a good job earlier I'd like you to show Rosa just how good you are."

"My God, Rosa, I'm so sorry." Molly cried. "I can't believe . . . this isn't happening . . . it can't be real."

His hand reached out and clasped her neck, urging her forward. "Suck him," Rosa said, thereby totally confusing poor Molly. She opened her mouth to accept him, and after a tentative lick, she hungrily swallowed his abnormally large helmet-like head.

"Oh, Dutch," Rosa said closing the little space between herself and Molly. "Don't get her all upset."

Molly more confused than ever, removed his prick from between her lips and looked quizzically at Rosa.

"Now, now, Molly," Rosa said, "look at me dear. How is it that you chose to seduce Dutch this afternoon?"

With tears in her eyes Molly met Rosa's eyes. "Because . . . my life is so empty, I mean . . . he was there and looked so good to me . . ."

"Like an ice cream popsicle perhaps?" Rosa said taunting her, "so you enjoyed looking at my Dutch?"

"Yes. I . . . I just wanted to . . ."

"You did more than want him, Molly. You fucked him. You sucked him and God knows what else you two did in your bedroom."

"It's just that it's been so long for me . . . my husband . . ."

"I know all about your husband, Molly. I've seen him and some blonde bimbo at a cocktail lounge several times. He couldn't seem to keep his hands off her."

When she was finished Dutch once again presented his engorged prick to Molly. "Don't pay any attention to her Molly, just suck my dick and we'll all be happy."

Not fully understanding what he meant, she took him back into her mouth and as her tongue swirled around his bulbous head, she thought she was safe as long as she sucked him off, but couldn't understand why Rosa was permitting her to do so.

"Molly," Rosa persisted, "does he taste good?"

"Mmmm," she answered and rolled her eyes to affirm it.

"It's quite all right, dear," Rosa said as she stroked Molly's hair. "I'm not angry with you. I know how difficult things have been for you. You don't have to explain."

"Mmmm," Molly removed his cock once again, this time holding it near her mouth. She was highly aroused and wanted nothing more at the moment than to suck his cock and swallow his seed.

"I only know I have to have him. I don't want to hurt you at all Rosa. That's the last thing on my mind. When we met earlier I got so . . . hot for him. I don't know who seduced who. It doesn't matter. We were hot ... and we fucked like dogs in the street."

Dutch liked the analogy even if it wasn't right.

Molly continued after giving his prick a long lascivious lick. "I'm sorry, but . . . I don't understand why you're allowing me to do this now."

"Because I love him and he wants you to."

"That's crazy, I don't understand."

"Okay, let me try to explain. But, hey keep up with the blow job. First, it's obvious you want him and he wants you. Second I love him and will do anything for him. In fact, we've discussed this kind of situation where I share him with another woman. That is, as long as I could be part of the love-making. Unfortunately, we didn't know how or whom to approach. But now, I suppose you've come to us."

Molly uttered a faint, "Oh," and released Dutch's erection from her ovaled lips.

Rosa, now thigh to thigh with Molly planted a delicate kiss on her lips.

"I can taste him on you," she whispered softly. Molly stared at her, unable to find the words or even the energy to respond. She had never, ever felt this way before and was for that matter, unable to explain just how she felt, for other than in friendship she had never kissed another woman.

"Kiss me back, Molly," Rosa said.

Molly complied and something she couldn't explain compelled her to flick the tip of her tongue across the other woman's mouth. Rosa startled her by opening her mouth and drawing her tongue inside. Suddenly both women were deeply involved in a torrid kiss as their respective tongues explored one another's mouth.

When the kiss ended, Molly panted, "I . . . I'm confused," her eyes were having problems focusing and she was as wet as any sex had ever made her before. Reaching for the proper words to express herself, she came up short, but still managed to convey her true feelings.

"I just want to be loved," she sighed longingly.

"And so you shall, dearest Molly, and so you shall," Rosa whispered, beaming a lecherous smile at Molly, "by both of us."

"Oh I didn't mean . . ."

But Rosa was already opening the buttons of Molly's blouse.

"I can't wait to see those beauties of yours Molly. What size are they?"

"My breasts?" Molly asked in a quavering, but highly excited state.

"Yes, your boobs," Rosa giggled, reaching around to unfasten Molly's bra.

"Thirty-six "D," Molly replied shaking her shoulders to dislodge the remaining strap.

"That's a lovely size, don't you agree Dutch?"

"Quite a mouthful as you'll soon find out," he said shaking his thick member as a reminder to both women that he was ready for them in any event.

Rosa leaned back to see Molly's breasts clearly, then lifting the left, took that nipple between her teeth and in a muffled voice told Molly to let her know if she hurt her.

"No . . . no, if feels wonderful."

Rosa's tongue left the nipple for a moment and trailed a long thread of Rosa's saliva.

"Than two mouths should be even better," Dutch said and promptly fell upon her remaining nipple, licking first and then lightly biting down on it. Molly closed her eyes and with a slight shiver took in the sensations, thinking, 'How much better this felt compared to her loveless marriage with Arnold.'

***

A few minutes later they were in Rosa's bedroom. While Rosa continued gnawing on Molly's teat, Dutch removed Molly's shorts, leaving her thong on for the moment. He stepped away for a moment to put on a Miles Davis CD, then returned to the bed where he shucked off his shorts and pulled off his shirt and he was naked; for he distained wearing underwear unless absolutely necessary, as at work under his whites.

Rosa's hands were busy roaming over Molly's firm, almost nude torso; and Dutch again presented his massive hardon to Molly's eager, open mouth. Rosa was still fully clothed, but no one seemed to care and she spent some fifteen minutes teasing Molly, tickling and squeezing her breasts while Molly diligently sucked happily away on Dutch's thick member.

Molly realized she had better do something with Rosa and so, maintaining a good grip on Dutch's cock she reached around and pinched Rosa's ass. Rosa happy to find Molly responding, left her breast and forced her away from the prick she was lovingly sucking to kiss her sensuous mouth once again. It was a long, passionate kiss.

When it ended, Rosa quickly took Dutch's cock in hand and gave it a couple strokes, then gobbled him up, taking almost half his total length into her throat. Dutch, in turn, lifted Molly as though she were a child and placed his mouth upon the filmy thong barely concealing her crotch.

Molly gasped at his touch, imagining him performing the nasty on her. Truth be told, Molly had never been eaten out. She had often dreamed of it, but actually lacked a great deal of sexual expertise. She had given her husband a blowjob on their honeymoon, but he told her it wasn't done by nice girls and she hadn't tried it again. And after six months he began sleeping in the other bedroom, and that was almost the end of her sexual encounters with him, save that one night when he came home drunk and took her brutally, finishing quickly and falling asleep leaving her heaving with desire and longing.

Molly couldn't believe it when Dutch started to chew his way through the flimsy material and shrieked with pleasure on first feeling the touch of his tongue on her wet, swollen labia. He tugged the thong to the side and she parted her legs slightly to allow easier access. And even as Rosa abandoned his jutting prick to renew her suckling on Molly's teat, Molly was compelled to bite her lip as a fierce jolt tore through her belly with the entry of Dutch's tongue into her steamy hole.

"That . . . that feels so nice!" she moaned.

Dutch felt her cuntal muscles constrict. And so, he worked his tongue in and out - slowly at first, then faster, as Molly rocked her hips against his questing tongue. At the same time, Rosa plunged her tongue into Molly's mouth. Molly accepted the tongue hungrily, squeezing it like a cock inside her mouth as Rosa tongue fucked it back and forth between the straining woman's lips.

The wanton willingness of her next door neighbor amazed Rosa and she was forced to wrench her mouth away and gasp for breath. After filling her lungs with air she removed her clothing and climbed on top of Molly, straddling her hips. Leaning forward, Rosa allowed her nipples to brush over Molly's. And, using a circular motion, she caressed Molly's nipples with her own.

Dutch rolled back content to watch Rosa seduce Molly. Rosa began rubbing her shaven mound against Molly's small patch of fur. Molly purred like a cat.

Positioning himself behind Rosa, Dutch stroked his manhood waiting patiently until Rosa was totally preoccupied with Molly, then he plunged into his wife's slick opening. Caught unaware, Rosa fell away from Molly of Molly as her lover mounted her and drove his massive thickness into her juiced up cunt. Rosa roared with wicked delight as Dutch drove deeply into her cunt while ramming two fingers into Molly.

Rosa was not intimidated by her man and wrested his fingers from Molly's hole, leaned down and began to tongue her.

Molly was in heaven. Here she was, naked, in Dutch's bed, with a woman behind her licking her pussy even as Dutch humped her. After all those months with no sex she was now dangerously close to overload.
A thoroughly gleeful Molly reached under Rosa and felt the other woman's crotch. She could feel Dutch's prick with her fingers at the point it entered Rosa and the juices streaming from Rosa's pussy soaked Molly's hand. Suddenly, Dutch pulled his cock out of his wife, and pushed his stiff prick into Molly. Molly groaned with joy and rotated her hips feverishly as he pumped her hard.

Rosa climbed off Molly and proceeded to play with her own love button. Molly came hard and he left her fevered cunt and rolled away from them to kneel before them.

"I want one of you to suck my dick."

"I'll do it honey," Rosa said and let him kneel over her chest as he fed her his throbbing cock.

As she began to suck, he tugged Molly closer and kissed her. Both were breathing hard when it ended and he motioned Molly to kneel beside him. He raised his leg and had Rosa slip out from under him, then said, "Why don't both of you suck me off?"

The two women responded almost automatically. Molly took him in her mouth and swirled her tongue around his cockhead and Rosa began nibbling on one of his testicles while tickling his asshole. The girls reversed tactics after a few minutes and he felt that old tingle in his balls.

"It's gonna explode, ladies," he announced.

Both women hovered by the head of his cock as Molly squeezed his thick prick, jerking it ever so lightly. He came, spurting copious ropes of white jizm - the first line caught Molly on the upper lip and nose. Rosa pushed herself into position and managed to capture the second rope on her tongue. Molly regained her spot and was lucky to garner the third and final spurt by closing her mouth over his cockhead and sucking away until he was drained, but she retained his fluid in her mouth.

"You've got something I want," Rosa said to Molly. Molly had yet to swallow as she was savoring the taste of his sperm and looked questionably at Rosa. Rosa wasted no time, reaching out and clasping the other woman and kissing her. They both began to laugh although their mouths were sealed upon one another. Giddy with lust, they exchanged Dutch's sperm back and forth until they were forced to swallow. Only then did they end the perverted kiss to roll around the bed laughing until their sides hurt. And soon Dutch joined them in their merriment.

As he lay there recuperating, Rosa began to teach Molly how to eat a pussy. He smiled as Molly spread her legs wide and Rosa teased the outer folds of her labia. Molly's hand automatically began to play with her right nipple. Her eyes shut tightly and her mouth open in a rictus of a smile.

As Rosa's talented tongue delved into her gushing slit, Molly's frequent moaning became louder. Her back arched when Rosa pressed her mouth firmly down upon her cunt, attempting to drive her pussy inside the passionate mouth sucking at her inner core.

"Yes, yes . . . I'm soooo close!"

Rosa swirled her tongue frantically, licking and kissing and sucking eager to bring Molly off again. Dutch joined in, wetting a finger and sticking up Molly's ass. Resting her tired tongue, Rosa thrust two fingers into Molly, who groaned pleasurably from being probed in both holes at the same time. Her hips were thrusting in wild abandonment. It occurred to Rosa that Dutch had been right on the money in describing Molly as a totally willing participant and she intensified her attack on the woman's cunt, adding a third finger.

Dutch was working his third finger into Molly's asshole and as it squeezed into her anal canal, she screamed with depraved pleasure. Molly felt the next orgasm beginning to well up inside her and began yelling obscenities at her two lovers while humping back at the fingers like a bitch in heat.

Molly heard it first - the squishing sound caused by Rosa's fingers and her own juices sluicing from her with each thrust of Rosa's fingers. Then she realized the Rosa's entire hand was inside her!

She began to jerk this way and that way. Dutch couldn't keep his fingers in her ass any longer as Molly writhed around on the bed like a deranged slut - lust filled and hopelessly unsatiated.

Rosa grew alarmed as Molly's cunt tightened around her hand and then Molly exploded in a gigantic climax, spewing a huge torrent of bodily fluid so slippery it allowed Rosa to pull her hand free.

Molly lay there, twitching and jerking for several minutes as a series of belated orgasms followed the initial explosion.

"Want me to fuck you now, Molly?" Dutch asked, knowing what the answer would be.

Her eyes were glazed, if anything Molly was sex shocked, still she was responsive enough to reply in a low murmur, "Anything you want me to do I'll do. I love the both of you. I've never even dreamed of feeling like this."

"Spread 'em for me baby," he said, addressing Rosa, who did so. He thought her legs were now spread impossibly wide, as both holes gaped openly at him, dripping with the remnants of her overflowing juices.

"I'm gonna take your ass, Molly," he said and readied himself to do just that.

"Okay, I . . . never done it that way, but okay."

Although he'd had three fingers in her earlier, they didn't match up with his oversized, cockhead.

"Try to relax, Molly this may be a bit painful."

"Let me help," Rosa said and took his member in hand and worked it up and down Molly's anus until satisfied she had the right angle and then she nodded to Dutch.

He shoved about an inch into her shitter and she groaned in pain. "It gets easier," he said trying to comfort her. Rosa held him once again and placed him at the center axis of her ass.

He thrust in and gained another inch or so and now Molly was breathing hard. "Maybe if I got on my hands and knees," she offered.

He pulled out with a soft pop and Molly, her hair stuck to her face, scrambled into position. This time Rosa sent two of her fingers into Molly's rectum, causing her to arch her back.

"Did that hurt?" Rosa asked.

Molly spit a hair from her mouth and turning her head to look back at them replied, "No, but I thought for a second I was gonna cum again."

"You will," Dutch laughed. "You will, once I get into you. By God you're tight back there."

Molly took a couple deep breaths and braced herself for the next onslaught as Rosa pulled her fingers out of Molly's abused asshole. Dutch plowed into her once again. This time her asshole stretched enough to accept his head and another inch. He eased back a little, then thrust hard and purchased another two inches.

Molly groaned, but this time it was a groan of pleasure and not pain.

"I think I can take you now," she offered.

Three more thrusts and he had full penetration. The sweat dripped from his forehead as he admired himself fully impaled inside her ass.

"Play with her cunt, Rosa. We'll work her from both sides."

Rosa giddy with fevered yearning for his cock herself complied and tenderly pried Molly's slickened labia apart, rubbing her thumb over the hooded nub, coaxing it out.

Molly moaned as her clit engorged again, rising to meet Rosa's nimble fingers. Fingers that tickled, pinched and probed as Dutch pounded his prick in and out of her ass even as he squeezed her rigid nipples.

"Oh God . . . Oh God!" Molly cried, throwing her head back.

"Like it?" He asked driving it into the hilt and feeling his balls jounce against the back of her thighs.

"Oh God . . . love it! Love it! Gonna cum soon!"

"How about you, Dutch?" Rosa asked, taking her mouth from Molly's clit for only a second before burying her face in Molly's cunt once again and wrapping her hands around her upper thighs.

"Yeah, Jesus, she's so fucking tight!" He shook his head and the sweat flew through the air, landing on Molly who didn't notice and Rosa who blinked as some got in her eye.

"Gonna try something, honey," Rosa said and brought her hand down, smacking Molly's cunt.

"Ouch!" Molly yelled. "What?"

But Rosa slapped her again, even as Dutch increased his pace, slamming his cock deeply into her almost countering the slaps raining down upon Molly's reddened cunt.

"Oh yeah, slap her cunt," Dutch laughed as he felt himself tingling in the deepest recesses of his balls. Rosa did so, but diminished the velocity of her hand.

Dutch reached under Molly and grabbed a breast, squeezing it hard as he began to cum.

That was enough to bring Molly's orgasm on and the two of them exploded together. Molly tried to capture some much needed air in her empty lungs and finally managed to do so by taking long, ragged gasps, then collapsed on the bed with Dutch toppling on top of her.

Molly revived after some ten minutes. Dutch rested, if one can call sucking one of Rosa's taut nipples resting. Rosa wedged Molly between them and they cuddled and whispered sweet nothings in Molly's eager ears. They told her they loved her and she began to cry.

"I haven't had anyone tell me that since I was fifteen," she mewed, wiping a tear from her cheek.

Dutch had to admire Molly's true beauty and lush body. Rosa tenderly kissed the next tear away and before they realized what was happening the women were deep into a torrid kiss. Suddenly Rosa broke it off and pulled Dutch over. Molly's hungry mouth sought his and then they were embroiled in a long, sensual kiss that left him with another hardon.

Rosa, undaunted by the passion her lover was showing Molly, took Molly's breast and toyed with it, nipping, kissing, licking and sucking so that Molly moaned through the kiss.

Rosa head the front door open and close. Kathy was home! Quietly she slipped out of bed and threw on a robe and went to greet her daughter.

***

"Hi sweetie," Rosa said cheerfully to her daughter, Kathy.

"Hi Mom," Kathy replied averting her eyes having taken in at one glance her mother's swollen lips and the smell of strong sexually activity.

"What's the matter baby?" The older woman asked puzzled over the fact that Kathy hadn't given her the usual hug and kiss as she usually did.

"I guess I interrupted you two . . ." She began and then decided not to push it.

Hugging the robe tighter around herself, Rosa realized her daughter knew of her recent sexual proclivities and tried to make the best of it. "We . . . Dutch and me, decided to get it on, you know, no one was home and . . ."

"I understand Mom, now if you don't mind I'm a little tired, the movie was all right, but I'm tired and I'm going to bed. Then she kissed her mother on the lips and left the room.

Once inside her room Kathy wondered about the strange taste she'd encountered on her Mother's mouth. She knew Dutch's masculine taste well enough to recognize it, but there was another there that she couldn't make out. 'Strange,' she thought as she undressed and got into bed, 'very strange. And Mom hadn't denied she was having sex . . .'

Kathy closed her eyes and just before she fell asleep it hit her. She bolted upright in the bed. 'Pussy! It was the flavor of pussy!'

Leaping out of her bed she picked up a glass and held it to the wall to eavesdrop on her mother's room.

"Tell me about your husband," she heard Rosa ask. 'Who was in there with her?' Kathy asked herself.

"What's to tell?" The unknown voice continued.

"He came home one night after having been gone three nights and he hadn't been on any business trip, and told me he was bored with me. That had to mean there was someone else. It turns out there were several someone else's."

"The bastard!" Rosa said sympathetically and with enforced meaning.

'She's here!' Kathy said to herself, 'the woman's still here! My god wait until Dutch finds out! There will be hell to pay.'

"Why haven't you dumped him?" Rosa asked.

"And do what? I've never held a job, don't have any money; and where would I go?'

"What about the savings and bank accounts," Dutch said, "Are they jointly held?"

In the next room, on hearing Dutch's voice Kathy recoiled and dropped the glass. Reacting quickly she shot her knee out and managed to deflect the glass and catch it before it hit the floor and shattered and managed to keep from alerting those in the next room that she was listening in on them.

"I don't know," Molly said tentatively. "He takes care of those things."

"There's no time like the present to find out," he said and pulled his shorts on. "Come on, the both of you, put some clothes on and let's go take a look."

Kathy gingerly placed the glass on her vanity and excitedly opened her door a crack to watch from her darkened bedroom. 'Who could the woman be? Wait until she told Peggy about this, it would blow her away.'

A minute later, her mother and Dutch passed by her door. 'Where was the mystery woman?' Kathy wondered and then Molly passed and paused just outside her room.

Molly's eyes flicked to Kathy's door and noticed it was slightly open.

'She knows,' Kathy thought, 'she knows I was watching.'

A second later, Molly moved on and Kathy saw the side of her face. 'It's our neighbor! What's her name? Margie? Mary, no . . . Molly - Molly! That's Molly all right.'

At the same time, Kathy realized she was sopping wet around her pussy. She returned to her bed after closing the door and located her vibrator.

Moments later she was coming hard in one of her most memorable orgasms yet.

***

Molly opened her backdoor and they all went inside. She had decided not to mention that Kathy's door had been ajar.

"Are you sure he's not home?" Rosa whispered.

"Yeah, no car and he always leaves his wallet and car keys on the kitchen table."

"Do you know where he keeps the checkbook and other papers?"

"I . . . I'm not sure."

"Does he have anything that passes for an office?" Dutch asked.

"Mmmm, yeah in the guest bedroom."

"Let's take a look," Rosa said, and they began to rifle through Arnold's personal effects.

Dutch found the savings book and smiled. "It's a joint account. Don't you recall signing this?"

When we were first married he had me sign a lot of things. He told me I didn't need to worry about them, that he'd take care of all that stuff, I should just keep the house in order and have his meals ready for him like a good little wife."

"He really is a bastard," Dutch said. "Well let's see about fixing his ass good."

Rosa uncovered the checkbook in a desk drawer. Molly discovered a stack of stock certificates.

"Look at this," she said her excitement mounting. As she perused the pile she began to frown.

"What's the matter," Molly asked.

"His name, everything's in his name."

"Take them anyway," Dutch said, "he doesn't have them, he has to put up a lot of money to recover them from the companies themselves as kind of an escrow."

Rosa also found three thousand dollars rolled up in the back of the last drawer they searched.

"Let's get out of here," she said and took a deep breath. "Molly I've got a place I know of that has low rent and is in a decent neighborhood. We'll get you in first thing tomorrow morning. And I'll make a few calls to see about finding you a job of some kind, just to get you started."

Molly was crying. "I . . . I don't know how to thank the two of you," she looked up and frowned. "Um, what about the RV?" Molly asked.

"The RV?" Dutch said puzzled. "I didn't see an RV."

"It's at the garage; I was going to pick it up tomorrow after they finished servicing it."

"Then we'll pick it up and take it too. You can park it in back of my place. In fact I was going to suggest you use my old place. I'm living here with Rosa and haven't gotten around to selling it, so . . ."

"That's perfect honey," Rosa said.

"Oh, oh . . . I'm so happy, thank you both, thank you for everything." Molly was crying tears of happiness.

Rosa hugged her and after a moment, Dutch joined in. He was surprised to find himself with another hardon. "Ladies, let's get back to our warm, comfy bed. Something's come up."

They all laughed at that and then gathered the materials they had found and left. Molly never looked back.

***

Around 2:30 in the morning, Dutch woke up and wearing only a pair of shorts went to the bathroom. After urinating he went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of milk. When he turned around he found Kathy standing there. She wore a nightgown, but with the dim lighting provided by the refrigerator, he could see her nipples jutting out as well as the faint outline of her triangle.

"Good morning Kathy, I'm surprised to find you up at this hour. Can I pour you a glass of milk?" He tried his best not to stare at her lithe form, but being a man, couldn't tear his eyes away from her.

She knew what she was doing to him and discovered that she was enjoying the power, or sense of power it seemed to provide her. "Yes," she said, "I'd love a glass thank you." This afforded her the opportunity to move closer to him. Her nostril's flared as she absorbed his masculine odor.

He noted that his hand was shaking as he poured the milk into a small glass, and then handed it to her. Her eyes never left his as she accepted the glass.

"Thanks," she said and drank half her milk down.

"You are welcome," he said and found his throat had gone dry.

"You guys have a party tonight?" She brazenly inquired.

"Not really," he said, growing uneasy at the direction the conversation was going. Then to make matters worse he felt himself hardening.

"Who's in the bedroom with you and Mom?" She asked and her knees shook, knowing that such questions were best left unasked.

'She knows,' he thought. 'I might as well be honest.' "The truth?" He asked.

"Of course, the truth."

"Molly the next door neighbor has had a difficult time of it. Her husband is cheating on her and she was very upset and came over crying, and well, we took her in. Your mom will find her a place tomorrow and I'll see about helping her find a job."

'There,' he thought, 'that went well."

Kathy idly scratched at a point just above her left breast. His eyes focused on the budding nipple just below her hand.

"So fucking her was what . . . an act of kindness?"

He was stunned by her bluntness. "Kathy . . . I . . ."

"Don't bother to explain. It won't work." And suddenly all the defenses that she had summoned up to reach this point abandoned her and she began to cry.

He had no alternative but to take her in his arms and comfort her. He was never sure what triggered it, but suddenly they were kissing.

Dutch felt as if his mouth were pressed against an angel's. He felt her jump slightly in surprise, then her mouth opened and her tongue came into play, pushing between his lips and dancing across the roof of his mouth, by this point Dutch had kicked into seduction number one gear and he responded in kind. His mind in turmoil, he wondered just how far he should allow this to go?

For Kathy's part, well she was in seventh heaven. All those nights lying in bed listening to him making love to her mother had excited her beyond reason. She wanted him and she wanted him now. She started to subtly grind her body against his.

Dutch permitted his hands to slide down to her waist, but held her gently as the kiss continued. A few seconds later, Kathy recovered a semblance of self control and relaxed, settling her body against his, no longer grinding her pubis against him.

Finally she broke away, settling back and laying her head on his chest. He hugged her against him, feeling the rapid in-out of her breath slow as she recovered. He ran his hands lightly up and down her back, wanting to do so much more, but knowing this was not the right time, nor the right place.

"Feeling better?" He whispered into her ear and pushed several strands of hair back from her forehead.

Dreamily, she answered, "Sleepy, exhausted, and happy."

Perhaps we should both return to our beds," he said kindly, curling a finger in a lock of her hair.

She lifted her head and kissed his chest, then snuggled around in his arms until satisfied with the way he was holding her.
"I guess," she said, but lacked sincerity, and then she stunned him by adding, "Goodnight Daddy."

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