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When my lips began traveling over the soft skin of her upper chest, Lily moaned exultantly. Her exclamations of joy grew more fervent when my lips ventured up the slope of a firm globe to a swollen, straining tip and I sucked the nubbin of flesh into my mouth."Oh, yes!" she groaned. Her hips began to rock while I paid oral homage to one lovely breast then the other.I paused to remove Lily's sweater and bra, then I resumed caressing and kissing as much of her as I could. My hands explored her magnificent body, gliding lightly over her smooth, warm flesh. My hand slid over the silky skin covering her belly, slipped under the elastic waist of her pants, and delved deeper, moving under her panties and into the mat of hair blanketing her pussy. I pushed my hand down between her legs and slid a finger into her damp opening."Yes! Oh, yes!" Lily groaned. Her hips rose. She was quaking with need. When my finger moved inside her she responded with frantic twisting and nearly incoherent moans

I went back up to Lyca's bedroom to check on the layout of the room. Working in only the moonlight coming in the windows, I moved some of the furniture around so the bed would be clearly visible through the sliding glass doors. That done, I went back downstairs, sat down at the electronic console, and listened to Raymond Gleason's angry message again. "You don't know it, Raymond, but your little game is over," I said to the empty room.Richard called me on the secure line a little later to let me know he and Lyca had arrived at the hotel all right. "Vince has assigned some of his men to keep an eye on us," he told me. "We've got the whole floor secure. How are things back there?""Our friend called," I said. "He didn't use the electronic device to alter his voice this time. I think he's upset.""Watch your ass," Richard said. "What if he tries to do something tonight?""I won't let him," I said. "Actually, I'm going to turn off all of the inside lights and leave the house dark. That s

As my swollen wand slipped slowly into her, Katrina clawed at me and continued making wild, feral sounds.I finally managed to get all of my shaft into her. For a while, I lay on her, not moving."Fuck me! Please!" Katrina begged.I began moving and felt wonderful feelings began to grow and swell through my body.After only a few strokes, Katrina exploded again. "Yes! Oh, yes! It's happening! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Uh! Uhh!" she cried, her body spasming wildly, as she experienced another powerful orgasm.When Katrina came, so did I. I groaned loudly as another batch of my hot cream jetted into her.After we finished, we once again laid in each other's arms, resting. After a while, Katrina got to her knees, grasped my still-limp penis in her hand, and began to stroke it. I groaned and my hips squirmed and twisted on the bed. What she was doing to me felt wonderful!Katrina kissed my swollen pole and my groans got even louder. "Myn God, you're making me crazy!" I c

“You want me to call the police, Mr. Gleason?” the security guard asked.Gleason looked at the guard, then at me. I tried to look impatient. Moose shuffled around, looking as if he wanted to go, too.“They’re not going to find anything, any more than they did yesterday, the incompetent fools,” Gleason said finally. He looked at the car, then at me. “You sure you can have it done and back here by three?” he asked.“No problem, Mr. Gleason,” I said. “Me and Moose, we’ll do the job ourselfs, won’t we, Moose. We’ll tell the boss it’s one ‘a them priority jobs, right?”“Yeah, we’ll do that,” Moose said.Gleason looked at the security guard. “File a report on this with the police, but tell them I sent the car to be repaired and they don’t have to come over,” he said. He turned to me. “Go ahead and fix it. If I have the damn lease company fix it, they’ll just charge me extra and they probably wouldn’t get it fixed today.”“Where do you want me to bring it at, what, three?” I asked.“Be out f

I dropped the binoculars, stood up and, standing in the combat position, aimed my pistol at him. He fired another shot. Before he could work the bolt action on his rifle, I yelled, “Freeze, Gleason! Drop the gun!”He stiffened, turned, and continued working the action on the rifle. I fired at him, aiming for the middle of his body. The rifle flew out of his hands and he went over backward.Moving carefully, I approached him, holding my gun on him. I was pretty sure I’d hit him. I seldom miss what I’m shooting at. He laid there on his back, very still, with his eyes closed. I peered at him, trying to see where the wound was. I couldn’t, so I stepped closer. Too close.Gleason suddenly came to life. His leg came up quickly, too quickly for me to avoid it, and he kicked the gun out of my hand. The next thing I knew, roaring like a wild man, he was on me, his weight carrying me back, taking me off my feet. When we hit the ground, the wind was knocked out of me and, before I could get to m