Then his finger was gone, and his voice was hissing in her ear. "Let me take your nightgown off, baby."

She mumbled. Her tired mind was telling her something that she couldn't understand. She lifted her hips from the mattress and then felt his strong arms lifting her body as the nightgown slipped over her head. She knew sin was naked. She could feel the coolness of the room on her body.

But everything had suddenly stopped. Where was he? Where had he gone? Was it over?

Lorna opened her eyes.

Jerry was sitting beside her on the bed. His crooked smile was as eerie as it was exciting in the shaded, dim radiation from the blue night light.

His eyes caught hers for a moment, and then took in the ripeness of her body – her heavy, lush tits with their dark nipples at the height of arousal, the curling, thick mat of her dark pubic V below the flatness of her taut belly.

"What are you doing?" she groaned, surprised at the level of calm in her voice, wondering why she wasn't screaming.

"Looking at you, baby… and admiring you. You're really beautiful, Lorna."

"If I'm so beautiful, then why don't you do something about it?" she cried, feeling total frustration overwhelming her. "God, you sure know how to work a girl up and then leave her hanging!"

She moved her hands down and covered the mound of her pussy. The movement of her upper arms squeezed her tits together to form two points that seemed to thrust into his face.

Jerry growled and moved into her. "Jesus, your tits are something else," he whispered. His low, sexy words sent an involuntary chill of desire up Lorna's spine.

His mouth lowered to her tin and his warm lips began sucking on a nipple. Hungrily, demandingly, he pulled the hardened bud between his lips and let it roll back and forth on his tongue.

"Please, honey… I'm tired," Lorna sighed. "I'm really beat."