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that she’d always bought from the local drugstore.
    Mavis’ hair wasn’t simply brown anymore. A kaleidoscope of russet and auburn layers cascaded over her shoulders, gently framing her face. Her eyes twinkled with the soft yellow light from the lamp beside the bed.
    She turned her body to face him, placing a bent leg further onto the bed, the private pinkness of her vulva betrayed by the narrow seat of her panties.
    “My mom said that he ran away last winter. She never saw him again. I haven’t had time to check around for a new one.”
    “Pretty sad. I guess he got tired of waiting on you to come back. I have another question, though.”
    Jessie was distracted by the growing scent of arousal in the room, but struggled to focus on the question that passed her welcoming lips. “What’s that?” he asked, his voice nothing more than a whisper and hoarse with need.
    Her lips took a devious and suggestive turn. “Can I see your medal?”
    “Later.” Jessie’s gaze ran over her soft skin. Her toned stomach touted a tiny belly button that sat above a silver belly chain. Her tits were full, ripe, and succulent. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, placing her hand on his already bare chest.
    Jessie fingered the end of her lush strands, then rubbed her shoulder. He traced a narrow path with the tip of his finger over her swollen breasts and down her stomach that trembled with a nervous shake as she breathed in and out in anticipation. He knew that he had a strong effect on her. For that matter, he knew that no man could make her feel the way he could.
    Once, back before he had become so worldly, she’d turned him inside out. After a few tours abroad and the frequent trips into the neighboring town of his base with some of the local girls, he’d learned how to return the favor. Eighteen years was a long time, and now he was a fully grown man. With each visit home, he had taught her something new and she appreciated his tutelage, having never once turned him away.
    “You’ve been gone a long time, Jessie.”
    Something about her eyes was different this time. She looked vulnerable. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, something was different about him, too.
    “Too long, M.” He stood and circled the bed. Her eyes followed him and their gaze locked, until he was directly before her. He kneeled, pushing her thighs further apart. The panty moved aside easily with one forefinger. The scent of her soft perfume and excited sex filled his nose, a sexy smell that was warm and intoxicating. The tips of his fingers rubbed the soft, wet flesh just inside her outer lips. The creamy, silky juices welcomed him.
    He slid two fingers into her honey-slick canal and watched as her head rolled back in ecstasy. A gentle moan escaped from her throat and her legs tensed on either side of him, pressing against his forearms. She repositioned herself, giving him greater access to her needy pussy, flexing her feet upward, tensed against the carpeted floor.
    Wrapping his free arm around her thigh, Jessie furthered his probe into her sex, the hairless lips of her mound quivering from the sensation. Twisting his finger while he was inside, he pressed his thumb onto the hard clit and flipped it back and forth. Her back arched forward, the gentle light shining through the windows illuminating the lace of her bra. Her nipples drew into tight balls puckered with arousal.
    Mavis’ hands ran over the bristles of his hair, urging his head closer to the bundle of nerve endings just beneath his thumb.
    “Please, Jessie . . . don’t do this to me.”
    She was begging and that was like music to his ears. He had developed a talent for magnificent torture, sexually. He knew how to drive women crazy before his dick even got into their naughty wetness.
    “You’ll do more than that, M. Pretty soon, you’ll beg me to stop.”
    Her body responded with a quiver and a whimper that bordered on crying. He tasted her creamy thighs, a sensual suckle near the