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 A Friendly Wager

   Chapter Two

   By dc2469

   This is a work of fiction intended for adults only

   The next morning I was up early despite having been up late, with the
very pleasant diversion I had found in Angie.  While in the shower, I had
been thinking of all the things I wanted to try with her.  It brought a
smile to my face, to think of the look on old Jon's face when Angie walked
into their house and told him of her experiences since he had last seen
her. My smile got even wider, when I thought of what I had told her to tell
him about the weeks to come.  The old saying came to mind be careful what
you wish for, you just may get it.

   I wrapped a towel around my waist, and grabbing another to dry with as I
headed over to the phone to call down for some breakfast.  I hadn't had a
lot to eat last night, what with the way things had turned out.  Having
made the call, I went back in to shave.  After shaving, I threw on a pair
of oversized boxers and a T-shirt, and kicked back to watch the morning
news.

   A while later, after eating, I straitened up the room, and sat back to
wait for Angie to get there.  At about nine forty- five there was a soft
knock on the door.  I opened it to find a very nervous Angie standing
there, looking anywhere but at me.  I stepped aside, to let her come in
from the hall.

   She looked up and down the hallway, and then slipped in staying as far
away from me as the entrance allowed.  She went into the room and stood
facing me, as I came back from locking the door.  She had on a white,
one-piece dress, with what looked like a man's white jacket.  The jacket
was open down the front, to show the full front of the dress.  It molded
around her body, and clung to the roundness of her belly.  Her hair was
dark brown, thick, and slightly curly parted in the middle to hang back
over her shoulders.  She stood there, kind of wringing her hands, and
trying not to look too nervous.  I continued toward her, and saw her
stiffen.  I brushed past her, hearing her sigh in relief.

   "Good morning," I said as I passed.  "Sleep well?"

   "No, I didn't sleep well, and no, it's not a good morning.  Look I don't
think I can do this.  I don't think I can do what you want me to do," she
in a rush.  "I don't know what happened to me last night, but I don't think
I can handle this.  I'm not that kind of woman, at all.  The way you saw
me, all dressed up like that, all made up, I don't usually look like that.
I don't usually act like that," she said blushing.  "I'm not some glamorous
call girl, or anything like that.  I'm just a plain house wife, that was
trying to do something for her husband." As I sat on the bed I said, "Well
first of all, you are far from plain.  Secondly, you don't know what I want
you to do.  You saw a side of your self, last night, you've never seen
before and it scared the shit out of you.  For the next two weeks just open
your self up to all the things you've always wanted to try, but you
couldn't, because you were either married or just didn't think you should.'


   "You know I was there last night.  You may not think of yourself as
being sexy, but you are far more then just a plain housewife.  That woman
you showed me last night is standing in front of me right now.  You may
think that isn't you, but you know what, it is.  All you have to do is let
it happen, and you could open yourself to a world pleasure that you've
never felt before.  You think that I don't know what you felt, last night?
I watched you totally open up to me, and that is just the beginning.  The
orgasm that you had on my hand last night was nothing compared to what's to
come.'

   "You said that you were there just to do something for your husband, but
I don't believe that.  You could have left at any time, but you didn't. 
You know, it's not like you didn't know what I was after.  And those other
guys that tried before me were after the same thing.  You knew from the
beginning that we were all after you for the same reason, and you kept that
pretty ass planted on that stool."

   "I stayed there as a promise to Jon.  I told him that I would stay there
for an hour, and he made me promise.  And yes I did know what you guys
wanted from me, but I also thought that I could just get up and leave when
I wanted.  After you stated in on me while I was drunk, I kind of lost
control."

   "Look, I didn't do anything to stop you from leaving.  And I didn't take
advantage of any drunk.  I didn't force my self on you, or try to rape you.
Once you got going, there was no stopping you.  You are a very passionate
woman; I don't think you wanted to get away as bad as you want to believe.
What did you tell Jon when you got home?  Did you tell him everything that
I did to you?"

   "What is said between my husband, and I is none of your business," she
said looking at me coldly.

   "Okay, let's talk about what is my business.  Why are you here now?  You
know if you were coming here trying to deny what happened, and want to go
back like nothing has happened, go head.  There's the door.  But I look at
you there in that little dress, with your hair down, it doesn't look like
you came here to brush me off."

   She lowered her eyes blushing.  As she did, her dark hair fell from
behind her shoulders, and hid her face.  I got up and went over to her. 
Parting her hair with my fingers, I slipped my hand around the back of her
neck.  With my thumb at her jaw, I lifted her face and saw the tears that
had started to fall.  I lifted my other hand, and put it around her neck
under the hair on the other side, uncovering her face completely, and
looked into those pale eyes.

   Using my thumbs to wipe away the tears I said, "Look, you don't have to
feel guilty about enjoying what you felt.  Pleasure is supposed to feel
good.  You know, you aren't going to forget it either.  Life's too short to
waste on regret."

   Slipping her head between my hands she lowered her face.  "No I haven't
forgotten, but what am I supposed to do?  I cheated on my husband," she
said.

   "Did you tell Jon what happened?" I asked

   With her head down, she nodded that she had.

   "Was he as upset over it as you are?"

   She didn't acknowledge the question.

   "Did you tell him what to expect in the near future?"

   She nodded yes, again.

   "Was he upset over THAT?" I asked.

   Again there was no acknowledgement.

   "So your only reason for not wanting this, is because you enjoyed
yourself too much."

   Moving my hands down from her neck, I pushed the jacket off her smooth,
round shoulders.  I let its weight drop it to her wrists, and then pulled
it and her into me.  With her hips against my thighs, and her forehead
against my chest, I held her to me.  I could feel her trembling.

   "Did you tell Jon everything," I whispered, "including what he was
supposed to do to you, for me?"

   I felt the smallest movement of her head against my chest.

   I lowered the jacket from her hands, and removed it.  I moved away from
her, and put it over the back of the chair, that was at the desk.  Turning
back, I saw her standing there, her shining dark hair still hiding her
face. I moved back over to her, and stood there for a second.  Kneeling I
slid my left hand up from her ankle to behind her left knee, and lifted
slightly.  When her foot left the floor, I removed the slipper like white
leather shoe.  Her legs were very smooth.  I moved to her right leg and
removed that shoe also.

   Standing, I moved around behind her.  There was a hank of hair that had
stayed on her back that I brushed around over her right shoulder.  I took
hold of the tiny zipper tab, and started to lower it between her shoulder
blades.  I held the tab between my right thumb, and middle finger, which
allowed me to trail my index finger down her spine.  As the zipper went
down, her back arched beautifully.  There are few things, in this world,
more beautiful then the long, smooth arch of a woman's naked back.  The
zipper stopped just before her ass.

   I slid my hand up that smooth back, between her shoulder blades, to her
neck.  Moving my hands on her, I slid them out towards her arms.  The dress
fell suddenly and Angie gasped and caught it to her before it could fall
past her breasts.  I trailed my hands down her arms, hooking the dress as I
went.  With a little downward pressure she released it, and let it fall to
pool around her feet.  I moved from behind her, sliding my left hand across
her ass.  As I stepped in front of her, Angie tried to cover herself,
blushing.

   Looking at her with a smile I asked, "What could you possibly have to be
embarrassed about?  You know I saw all the fun stuff last night, any way.
Well I guess there are a few differences now, aren't there.  Come on, hands
at your side, let's have a look at you."

   As if it was possible, I think she turned an even darker shade of red,
but she lowered her hands to her sides.  I would say she was probably a
thirty- two B cup.  Smooth, firm, and wide set with thick dark nipples. 
Then down past the round, smooth belly was her now very smooth cleft. 
Rounded and slightly pudgy, you could see a trace of her labia, from
between the outer lips.

   "Why are you embarrassed?  You have nothing to be embarrassed about," I
said.

   "My breasts are too small, and I look like a little girl without any
hair down there," she said in a small voice.

   "There is no such thing, as too small.  Maybe some men prefer larger
ones, but there is no such thing as too small.  I happen to prefer women
that have smaller tits, but that doesn't mean that I don't like larger ones
too.  You know it's not the way a woman looks; it's the way a woman looks
at herself.  Any woman no matter ninety pounds, or three hundred, can be as
beautiful as they want.  It's the way you move, sensuous.  Even sitting can
be made to look sexy.  It's all attitude.  If you feel beautiful, you will
be.  Hell, look at you.  Standing there, nipples so hard they look as
though they would break if I tried to bend them.  And you look absolutely
nothing like a little girl.  You are one of the most feminine women I've
ever seen."

   I went over, and walked behind her.  I slipped my hands around her
waist, with them meeting at her bellybutton.  I started to slide them up
her body, while pulling her back into me.  My hands continued up her chest,
between her breasts, over to the front of her shoulders.  Leaving her
shoulders I moved them to her firm, round tits.  Her body pressed against
me and shuttered.  A small whimper escaped her throat, and her hands came
up to press against mine.  I pulled softly on those thick, hard nipples and
she moaned, and arched her back.

   I released her nipples, and slipped my hands out from under hers.  I
cupped her hands in mine and, pressed them in tight, and squeezed gently. I
left her hands on her breasts, and slid mine slowly down her front.  I
stopped at her belly, and caressed the rounded smooth surface.  Leaving my
left hand there, I slid the right down over the now smooth mound.  With two
fingers on either side of her clit, I slipped my hand down between her
thighs.  I cupped and squeezed her, feeling the moist heat radiating from
inside her.

   Her body came alive in my hands.  With a growl, she lifted her arms, and
wrapped them around the back of my neck.  I slid my left hand up from her
belly, to cup her right tit, and pressed my forearm down on the other.  Her
legs were spread, with her knees bent, putting most of her weight on the
hand between her legs.  Her hips started to slowly move back and forth,
moving her cunt against my fingers.  I could already hear the slick
crackling sound coming from her very wet slit, and my fingers were getting
coated.

   I released the hold I had on her, and had to press deep into her belly
to take the weight that had just landed on her bent, and week knees.  I
slid my left hand from her tits, down to join the other at her belly. 
Angie whimpered, and dropped her arms to wrap her fingers around my wrists.
Moving my hands to her hips, I turned her until she faced me, placing my
hands at the small of her back, and pressing her belly into my cock.

   She looked up at me with pleading eyes, "Please don't stop touching me,"
she whispered.

   I laughed out loud, "Oh, you don't have to worry about that, I'm just
getting started," I said sliding my hands down to cup her round ass.  "We
need to get a little more comfortable is all," I said as I started to lift
her feet from the floor.

   As I lifted her, her legs parted and started to reach up for my hips. 
As her now smooth mound passed over my now very hard cock, I stopped
raising her, and held her to me.  After a slight pause, I rubbed her up and
down against me.  Feeling my hard cock against her, Angie tilted her hips
back to bring her bare mound harder against me.  She took her left hand
from behind my neck, and reached for the hem of my T-shirt.  She struggled
with it for a second, and then she just let go with her right hand, forcing
me to act fast to keep her from falling.  After I had regained my hold of
her, she lifted her head and smiled at me as she got my shirt up to my
armpits.

   "Now what are you going to do?  Or should I just drop you so you can
strip me?" I asked looking into her eyes with a smile.

   "NO, don't put me down.  I have a plan," she said giggling.  Ducking her
head, she pulled the shirt out over her, and pressed those small firm tits
against my chest.  I felt kisses being pressed against me as her head
started to come up through the neck opening.  Turning her head from side to
side, rubbing that soft hair against my chest, she worked her head through.
Giggling she looked up at me, "See?"

   The neckband kept us too close together for her to do anything.  I felt
her hands move up to my shoulders.  Feeling her thighs tense, and her hands
grip me, I improved my hold on her.  With a quick push, and a loud tearing
sound, she looked up at me with bright eyes.  "That's better," she said
leaning in and kissing me under my chin.

   Smiling I said, "You little shit, that was my shirt."

   "It's a small price to pay," she said.  She leaned into me again,
pressing herself against me.  "My God, is that all you?" she said, as her
hand reached down and tried to wrap around the bulge in my shorts.

   I walked us over to the bad.  I turned, and sat down with her in my lap.
Angie wrapped her hands around my head, and pressed her mouth to mine.  She
nibbled at my lower lip, and then forced her tongue into my mouth with a
moan.  That one kiss lasted forever.  I was running my hands all over her
smooth bare back, as she combed her fingers through my hair.  I moved my
right hand around to her left tit, and took the nipple between my fingers
pulling and twisting gently.  She moaned into my mouth.

   With Angie inside my shirt with me, the scent of her cunt was starting
to take us both over the edge.  She had her knees on either side of my
thighs, and spread wide, so that she was pressed against me.  I dropped my
other hand back down to her ass, and started to move her back and forth
against me.  Her knees spread wider, bringing her down harder against me.
My boxers were quickly becoming wet.  I reached behind her and pulled her
down with me as a laid back across the bed.

   Her body radiated heat, as she lay full out on top of me.  The weight of
her on top of me felt so good.  I could feel the quick beat of her heart
against my chest.  With her hands around my neck, she pulled herself higher
up on me.  Looking very pleased with herself, she started to squirm her
whole torso against me, smiling down at me.

   I had had enough.  I slipped my hands under her thighs, and reached into
my boxers pulling my hard cock out.  I let it drop, and it landed in
between the cheeks of her ass.  I reached up around the back of her thighs,
and mover her up a little higher.  As my cock slid down the crack of her
ass, I was watching her eyes.  This was the first time she had felt me,
skin to skin.  Letting go of one of her thighs, I grabbed my cock and
started to rub the head up and down her slit.  It was covered in her juices
quickly, and she started to push down against me.

   I felt the head of my cock center in her opening, and moved my hand down
out of the way.  With her mouth open, Angie started to add pressure, and
the head started to enter her.  Her mouth, and eyes closed, as her cunt
started to open around me.  A moan came from her throat, and she added more
pressure.  The head popped into her, and her breathing stopped for a
moment. Groaning she started to push again.  With her hands on my chest,
she slowly started to work her way down my cock.  She would push down and
stop, after a pause she raised herself slightly, and then pushed back down
again.

   She looked so deep in thought, that I couldn't stand it.  I reached up
tweaked her nipples.  Her eyes snapped open, and she almost looked
surprised to see that I was there.  When she looked at me, her eyes drooped
and a slow smile appeared on her open mouth.  "Sorry, but I got kind of
caught up in the moment.  You are only the second man I've had, and there
are so many differences, I can't believe it.  You feel so different from
Jon, bigger, wider." She gave a little twitch, with her hips, "You don't
mind if I go slow do you?"

   "No I don't mind you going slow," I gave a little thrust up at her, and
her eyes snapped fully open again.  "But not too slow," I said smiling.

   Angie started to lean back, but found herself limited because of what
was left of my Tshirt.  Lying back down against me, she reached behind
herself, forcing her firm little tits into me.  She grabbed the two sides,
and started tearing it the rest of the way down.  When she got to the
bottom she got stuck.  Reaching up, I followed her arms down to where her
hands had a hold of the material.  I took a wrap around the first two
fingers of each hand, and gave a quick jerk.  I dropped what was left of my
shirt to either side, and took a hold of her hips.

   With her palms on my chest, she pushed her self up onto her knees.  With
the added height, she was able to get a little more leverage, and she
started to work the rest of my cock into herself.  She got down to where
there were only a couple of inches left to go, and stopped.  Her eyes were
closed again, and she was breathing hard.  I let her rest there a moment,
then tugged on her hips forcing the rest of the way in.  She sucked in a
gulp of air and stopped moving all together.  But her eyes were open.

   She looked me in the eye, and gave a quick jab into my chest with the
nails of both hands.  "I would have gotten there, you know."

   "Ya, well I've been waiting since last night to have you wrapped around
me like this." I gave a twitch inside her, "You look very good on top of
me, ....  you feel pretty good too."

   Angie pushed her knees out wide, and then brought them back in.  She
made a small rocking motion that rubbed her down on me.  "You feel very
good inside me too.  I had no idea it could feel so different."

   I slid my hands down from her hips, and cupped her ass.  Slowly, I
started to raise her up.  After a few inches, I lowered her back down.  I
repeated that a few times, and Angie got her own rhythm going.  It felt
like being inside a very hot, wet, deep glove.  She started moving slower,
but was taking longer strokes.  Other then her and I breathing, the only
sound I could hear, was the wet slurp of me sliding in and out of her.

   Now that she was getting more comfortable with me in her, on her next
downward stoke I pulled her body down onto my chest again.  She dropped her
head down next to mine, and that soft, wild, dark hair swallowed my face,
and she purred into my ear.  I pushed on her right knee, and straitened her
leg out.  With that done, I rolled us until I was on top of her, and I
could pull my knees up under her ass.

   She lay there on her back looking up at me, her knees bent, and back
arched.  I slid my hands from her knees up her thighs, to her hips.  From
there I moved up her body to her tits.  Those dark nipples were hard, and
fat.  When I started to pull, and twist them, her hips started to move.  I
moved my hands to the side, and dropped down onto my elbows, pressing down
on her round belly.  I looked into her smiling face, feeling her wrap her
thighs around me.  I dropped my head and took a long lick on her chest,
ending in a kiss at the beginning of her throat.  I moved my head over to
her left tit.  Opening my mouth wide, I took as much of the hot, salty
flesh in my mouth as I could.  Lightly raking my teeth over her, I wound up
with the long, hard tip between my teeth.  I nibbled at it gently watching
goose bump form over her whole body.

   Straitening out my arms, I took her ass in my hands and raised her
slightly.  I started to push into her, and then stopped and slowly pulled
all the way out.  I dropped down on her body again, and started to push
myself down off her.  When my head was at her belly, I started to pepper it
with small sucking kisses.  I ran my tongue into her bellybutton, and
nipped at her lightly with my teeth.

   I continued my downward journey, moving down to her smooth, rounded
mound.  I gave a lingering kiss at the top of her cleft, and swiped my
tongue at the hood of her clit.  Her breath caught, and her hips lurched at
me.  Moving to one side, I reached down and ran my tongue to crease between
her outer lip and upper thigh.  I moved slowly up one side, and down the
other.  With my hands on the backs of her thighs holding her open, I had
complete access to her very wet and open cunt.

   I sucked one of her soft labia into my mouth and pulled on it with my
lips.  When it slipped from my lips, I lowered my tongue to the bottom of
her slit.  Pushing it inside, I slowly dragged it up the bright crimson
interior, to the top.  Once at her clit again, I took the whole area into
my mouth and sucked hard on it.  I raked at her lightly with my teeth, and
moved back in with the flat of my tongue.  Once under the hood, I started
to move my head from side to side, stopping once in a while to suck on her.
Her thighs were trying to close, but I held them open.  Angie reached down,
with both hands, and caressed my face moaning.

   "My God, I've never felt anything like this in my life," she said
breathlessly.

   Pulling away, I looked up at her.  "Please tell me that's not true. 
Haven't you ever had anyone go down on you before?"

   "Yes," she whispered.  "Jon did it once when we were dating.  He said
he'd heard about it from some of his buddies.  But he only tried it the one
time, and it was nothing like this."

   MY GOD, this guy had to be crazy.  The tart, salty tang of her made me
want to just take a bite out of her.  Putting the flat of my tongue to work
on her again, I rose up a little, and moved my hand to her slit.  I started
to slide a finger inside, and stopped just inside her opening.  I started
moving my finger in circles around, just inside.  You could easily hear the
wet sound of her juicy cunt.  I plunged the finger all the way in, and
pulled it back out.  I did the same with my middle finger.  Once they were
both covered in her juices, I turned them over, palm up, and slid them both
into her.

   As I continued to suck on her, I slid my fingers slowly into her while
rotating them.  I did that several times.  I loved the hot wet slurp my
fingers made while going in and out.  I curved my fingers up, and searched
for the same spot I had the night before.  Today, I had more room.  Her
hips shot up, shoving her whole mound hard into my mouth.  I think I had
found what my fingers had been looking for.  Her hips were moving up and
down without stopping.

   I finally gave in, and moving my head, I let her thighs close.  When
they were closed with my fingers still in her, I reached for her knees, and
rolled her to her side.  "Up, come on, up on your knees," I said.

   With a groan, she squared her shoulders to the bed, and pushed herself
up.  Once her arms were extended, she started to pull her knees under her.
When she got her knees under her, she spread them.  With my free hand, I
spread her open even further.  I started to move my fingers in her again,
and her arms gave out.  She dropped her head and shoulders to the bed,
bowing her back deeply.  Looking from between her legs, I saw that bare,
hot and open cunt with my fingers in it.  Her belly sagged down roundly,
leading to her upper body, as she rested against the mattress.

   As I started to pump into her, her knees spread even further.  Seeing
her all spread out like that, was killing me.  Her cunt was making
contractions around my fingers, as it did her cute little rose bud winked
at me.  I slid my creamy finger from inside her, and ran it up between her
splayed cheeks.  Moving back to her open cunt, I added a finger, and thrust
all three deep into her, up to the third knuckle.  She gave a yip, and then
groaned as they spread her open.

   I turned them down, and started to rub her G-spot firmly.  Her back sank
down even further, until her belly was almost on the bed.  I could hear the
squishing, as my fingers moved quickly inside her.  She started to whimper,
and moan.  I started rubbing harder, and faster.  It was starting to sound
like I was playing in a glass of water.  That's how it felt too.

   All of a sudden her cup runeth over, and her juices started to gush out
of her.  They followed her lips up to her belly, where they started to
drip, and pool and the sheet.  Her cunt was contracting so hard it popped
one of my knuckles.  Angie's whole body was shuttering.  Her out going
breaths were shaky moans, as she continued to cum and cum.  After what
seemed like forever, but was probably only a couple of minutes, She reached
back between her legs, and got a hold on my arm.

   "Stop, please stop, I can't take it any more.  Give a girl a break," she
said still shaking.

   I pulled my soaked hand from her open cunt, and rubbed the juices over
her ass, and upper thighs.  From her thighs I moved my hand to her belly,
and spread those all over the front of her.  The room smelled like her
cunt.

   Moving quickly, not being able to wait another minute, I got on my knees
behind her, and started to push my cock right to the bottom of her.  As wet
and open as she was, it was still tight and hot.  Her hips started to rock
into the thrusts I was giving her.  I started to pump for my climax, and
was groaning, right along with her.  Her cunt started contracting around my
cock, and I couldn't hold out any more.  I started to blast shot after shot
of cum to the very bottom of her cunt.

   When I finished, I fell down onto her back, sucking in air.  Wrapping my
arms around her middle, I brought her with me; I lay down on my side still
buried deep inside her.  As I lay there with her back against my chest, I
was rubbing my hands all over the front of her, from her throat to the
bottom of her belly.

   "You seem to have gotten over some of your shyness," I said with my face
buried in her hair.

   "It's pretty hard to be shy when a guy has you cumming all over
yourself," she said with a smile in her voice.  "Jesus where did that come
from?"

   I squeezed her belly, pulling her tight against me, "Right here.  I told
you that you had it in you."

   She reached down between her legs and said, "Well I've got it in me now.
Let me up, I have to go to the bathroom."

   Pinching her nipple, I opened my arms releasing her.  "Fine, go, see if
I care,"

   She pulled herself up off of me, and got off the bed.  Groaning as she
straitened up, "God, I'm getting too old for this."

   "You think you're too old, I think you were trying to kill me," I said
watching her beautiful round ass as she walked away from me.  By the time
she reached the bathroom door, my cum was starting to run down the inside
of her thighs.

   I moved out of the big wet spot we had created, and pulled the top sheet
up to my waist.  I heard the toilet flush, and then the sink turned on. 
After what seemed like a long time, the door opened and Angie reappeared.
She had some how rolled her long hair into a bun at the nape of her neck.
She moved with such grace, it was a pleasure to watch.

   I held the sheet up for her to climb under.  She climbed onto the bed,
and turning her back to me, snuggled back into my body.  After I dropped
the sheet, my arm lay across her body.  Angie took my hand in hers, and
pulling it into the bottom of her belly, slid it down to her hot, swollen
pussy.

   "I can't believe how good that was, can we do it again?" she asked.

   Cupping my hand possessively against that hot little cunt, "We will be
doing it again, a lot.  Right now, I don't know about you, but this old man
could use a nap."

   Wiggling her ass against me, "You sure didn't feel too old a few minutes
ago.  How old are you anyway, I don't even know?"

   "I thought it wasn't polite to ask some ones age.  I know women get all
ticked off at me, when I ask."

   "That's just it, it's not polite to ask a woman, but it's okay to ask a
guy.  It's a girl thing," she said, like that was supposed to explain it
all.

   Vainly, and because it's a guy thing, I asked, "How old do you think I
am?"

   She thought for a moment, "I don't know, maybe thirty- seven or
thirty-eight."

   With my head against her shoulder, I indicated that she needed to go
higher.

   "Thirty-nine?"

   I moved my head again.

   "Forty?"

   I moved my head again.

   "Forty-one?"

   I nodded against her shoulder.

   "Wow, you're not bad for an old guy," she said trying to keep from
laughing.

   Jerking my hand from between her thighs, I grabbed her hip in one hand,
and her shoulder with the other, and flipped her over to face me.  When I
had her facing me, I settled between her open thighs, and reached down and
took her left ass cheek into my right hand.

   "If you don't watch your mouth, this old man is going to spank this wise
ass of yours."

   "Promises, promises." She giggled.



   END CHAPTER TWO Thanks for all the great comments.  I see a lot of fun
in store for these two.