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a much larger and comfortably furnished bedroom.
    Amanda shed her clothing with a magician’s speed. Longarm grinned and shucked his as well.
    He had long heard the expression that anything more than a mouthful was wasted, but he had to admire tits as large as Mandy’s. They were as big as ripe melons with nipples the size of a workingman’s thumb. He happened to know from past experience that those nipples were marvelously sensitive.
    Her tits were beginning to sag as middle age set in, but her waist was still small, her belly reasonably flat, and her legs shapely. Her bush was black and tightly curled.
    He took her into his arms and kissed her, then allowed her—it was awfully nice of him—to lead him to the bed.
    â€œWait,” she said. Amanda turned and drew the bedspread down. Longarm thought the rear view was quite as nice as the front of her. Her butt was round and pink, and he happened to know that she liked to be fucked there.
    When she straightened up, he wrapped his arms around her, his now throbbingly erect cock fitting nicely into the crack of her ass, and kissed her on the back of the neck.
    Amanda shivered and guided his hands to her tits. He toyed with her nipples. This time she shuddered with a sudden convulsive climax. He had forgotten how easily the lady came, but he liked it. A woman who reached her climax that quickly was a pleasure, made a man feel like quite the accomplished lover, never mind that it was her sensitivity and not his expertise that made the difference.
    Longarm turned her around and kissed her again. While their mouths were locked together, their tongues probing and fencing, he picked her up and placed her down onto the sheets.
    â€œDon’t come inside yet,” Mandy warned. “I want you nice and fresh while I suck you for a while first. And if you don’t mind, I would like for you to suck me too.”
    â€œI don’t mind a bit,” Longarm whispered into her ear.
    Amanda laughed. “That tickles.”
    â€œGood.” He did it again, and she shivered. He was not sure if she had come again or not, so he did it a third time. This time he was sure. She reached another climax.
    He dipped his head to her tits and began to suck her right nipple.
    â€œWait,” Amanda said. She wriggled around beneath him so that her head was at his crotch while his nose was buried in her bush. “Now,” she said.
    She peeled back his foreskin and took him into her mouth, engulfing him in wet heat.
    â€œDamn that feels good,” he said.
    â€œShut up and lick me,” Amanda demanded.
    He did as he was asked, and the woman shuddered again, her pussy clenching tight and practically asking for a dick to be placed there.
    In good time, he thought. That was one of the advantages of starting early. They had plenty of time to play and explore and enjoy.
    Longarm’s nose was buried in Amanda’s pussy when he heard the unmistakable click of a door latch being opened. And him caught naked as a boiled egg with his face buried in Amanda Carricker’s short and curlies.

Chapter 6
    â€œNaughty, naughty.” And then laughter.
    Longarm looked up, fairly well mortified, to see Mandy’s old school chum LouAnne standing beside the bed.
    â€œAnd what are you two doing?” LouAnne said. “As if I didn’t know. Shame on you.” She laughed. “Shame on you for not inviting me to this party.” With that the tall, lovely woman began to strip off her clothing.
    LouAnne, it turned out, had a perfectly lovely body, long and sleek and flawless. Flawless, that is, unless you counted an almost complete absence of tits as a flaw.
    What passed for tits on LouAnne’s scrawny chest were tiny bags of flesh with even smaller pink nipples set atop. Longarm had seen flapjacks with more body than LouAnne’s tits.
    The rest of her body was well nigh perfect, however. Her belly was completely flat, her waist tiny—Longarm