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Her leg stretched down the length of the glider. Her other one dangled over the edge. Her foot slid over the floor as the glider swung gently.

She took his hand brazenly. She put it up under her dress and placed it over her pussy. She lifted her cunt up, tipping it, letting the warmth of his hand wash over her snatch.

"Darling, fuck me, fuck met Don't make us wait any longer. We've-waited long enough, Thorne. Oh, if I hadn't been married to him, darling, you'd have had no rest at all, do you know that?"

"Yes, I felt it. 'I knew it. I'm glad you didn't let us. You were right, Vera. It would have been dirty and cheap while he was still alive. God, God-your cunt's so hot!"

"That's what Roger Said. Oh, Thorne. "Forget what Roger said. Forget whatever's happened to you, Vera. It doesn't matter. It's over. It isn't going to happen any mare. I won't let it,"

"God, fuck me!" she cried in a strained whisper.

She tossed her skirt to her waist, impatient with him. She lifted her rump from the cushioned glider and shoved her panties down and off.

She passed her hand over her pussy and loved the look in his eyes as he stared at the youthful slimness of her body.

"God…" he breathed softly.

He didn't have to be urged any more. He unbuckled his pants and pushed them down. His prick was sturdy and stiff, solid, like all of him. He came over her, pressing against her.

Vera wrapped her leg around his butt and pulled him to her. She lifted and searched with her pussy. She caught the head of his cock in her cunt mouth and let out a moan of joy.

He pressed downward, doing it slowly, letting their first union be smooth and right and full of inch-by-inch awareness and sensation.

"I love you, I love you!" she cried softly, clinging to him.

"I love you, too, darling. Oh, Vera-wonderful! Soft and slick and warm and-just right!"

"It's goad, Thorne. It isn't cheap!"

"A million dollars. Pure gold. Not cheap, darling, not cheap."

Her pussy spasmed and shook. It went frictionlessly slippery as her cunt oils seeped from her pussy wails and bathed his stiff prick, easing his way into her hole.

He reached deep ane held his cock there. His balls were warm and furry in the crack of her ass. She loved it. She loved everything about it. Her pulse hammered violently, and she knew that fucking with him was much, much more than just the tactile thrill of prick in wet pussy.

She felt a slight astonishment with the ease with which she could open herself to him. Not just her pussy. Her whole being. She had loved her husband. But Paul was barely cooled in his grave. Was she that fickle, that unprincipled?

It wasn't quite that way. Thorne was himself, and yet he was an extension of Paul, too. She knew, deep down, that Paul would approve of this.

If he had thought about his heart and the possibility that he might die, he would surely have thought about the man she would take up with next. And she knew he had, thought about Thorne as being the one.

Yes, Paul would approve. Knowing that allowed her to open her pussy wide for him and to give herself to him wholly. Not just the part of herself she had given the others-the use of her cunt. But all her being.

"Thorne… oh, Thorne!" she cried happily, clinging to him, loving his weight against her.

Her pussy walls fluttered and squirmed. They sucked at his trick and drew it in so tightly he could barely fuck in and out of her cunt. When he did, the sensation was excruciating.

"God, Vera…" he gasped.

His hands moved over her body. They felt her tits. They smoothed down the naked sides of her hips and explored her thighs. They cupped under her buttcheeks as he lifted her pussy up around his prick.

His lips came against hers. Their mouths opened, their tongues tangling and probing, tasting of each other. She ran her hands down his broad back, over his firm asscheeks, feeling them move as he pumped his hips and flicked his prick into her cunt.

"God, I wish we were naked. I wish we were somewhere else. Oh, Thorne… darling, I'm going to come. We're flicking here on the glider like two teenagers, and I'm going to come, and I don't even care how many clothes are between us."

"Vera… Vera…" he gasped, his prick bucking and surging stiffly inside her snatch.

"Are you going to come, Thorne? Do you want me to wait? Darling, I love the way you fuck. Ohhhhh, if I'd known how beautifully you hack, I don't think I could have waited."

She babbled on and on. It was a crazy-wonderful thing to do. It felt so good to be able to do it and know that it excited him. She could tell it did by the way his prick jerked and thudded in the depths of her streaming, shaking cunt.

"Thorne?"

"Darling, you don't have to wait for me!" he gasped.

"Are you ready? Ohhhhh, are you ready?"

"F me full, darling! Hose it into me! Fill my pussy with your sperm until it backs up and shoots all over us. God, I'm wanton, aren't I? Thorne… Ohbbhhhh, Thorne!" she wailed tightly.

Her body lifted. Her hips strained upward. Her pussy mouth gobbled and sucked at the root of his prick. She felt suspended in air, three feet above the glider.

It began to swing gently, adding to the sensation of flying that was overtaking her. She held her position rigidly, all her muscles tensed and waiting for the huge crush.

It came. It made her shudder and vibrate. There was a high keening somewhere off in the distance. His lips mashed against hers, and it stopped.

His prick bucked and danced at the back of her cunt. She felt warm pressuring, and she knew his cock was spurting into her. She felt him shudder strongly against her, and then the crush came.

Her whole body wrenched violently. She bellowed throatily against his mouth. Very undignified. Very unlike a mature lady of thirty-eight.

Her pussy drank and drank, not caring. Her tits spiked and swelled against his chest, not caring either. Her ass went rock hard in his hands, and her thighs squeezed tightly about his waist, no part of her caring.

She stopped caring, too, and she bellowed again, clinging to him, shuddering as if she would never stop.

They lay together for a long time, breathing heavily, clinging to each other.

It had been good. Very good. She felt sane again. She felt right. His blast of sperm had been like a cleansing hose, washing the perversion and sailed crud out of her cunt, making it fresh and clean again, making her whole being that way.

Everything would be all right now. She knew it would.

The sun outside her window was bright and warm. She heard a mockingbird singing for the first time in a week. She sat up in bed and let the sheet slip from her naked tits and looked out the window at the thick foliage in the yard.

The bird was perched near a fire-red hibiscus blossom. It cupped its beak up and piped with clear tones, running scales, trying a little cardinal and oriole and warbler at the seine time, experimenting with the sounds, playing with them happily.

Vera smiled broadly and stretched. her arms and body. She felt wonderful. She felt alive and renewed. She felt better than she had for-a year.

She showered lazily, dressed slowly, choosing a white mini with a low neckline. A virginal color. She was hardly that. But she felt like it. She hummed to herself as she brushed her hair and made it shine in the sun.

She went out of her room and down the hail and stopped up short. She looked at them, sitting there at the dining table over coffee, talking in low voices.

Max got up from the table and nearly bowed. His eyes flicked over her appreciatively, a gesture to her beauty. He smiled handsomely, paternally.

"Good morning, Vera," he said. "I just stopped by to have a chat with you and Roger, but I didn't want to disturb your sleep.