I do.

But Beverly wasn't one of those teasers. She dressed to cover up, not to show off. But not even the plainest clothes could hide her figure.

I had checked it out myself. It was a big reason why I accepted her invitation to come use her house during the weeknight.

One thing led to another, and she led me off to her bed.

It was a miserable night outside, with cold rain and sleet. But it was hot and humid as a greenhouse in her bedroom.

She had been a wild woman when she took me in bed. I'm no shrinking violet, but her passion made me a little scared.

Which only turned me on all that much more…

After we did it, or she did me, I should say, we rested in bed. The tangled sheets were wrapped around our legs, and wet from sweat.

Beverly looked a little more relaxed, but not much. Her eyes were still hot.

While we rested, she felt me up. She played with my tits, rubbing the nipples, pinching and tweaking them.

She made me moan from her handling of my tits. She rubbed down my belly and fingered my bush, which was damp.

Then she put her hand on my pussy and fondled it.

My pussy was super-sensitive from already being eaten. Beverly touched me real light at first, just gliding her fingers over me.

She put her mouth close to my ear. Her breath was warm and tickling.

As she rubbed my pussy, she spoke to me. She told me that I was a beautiful girl and that I had pleased her very much.

She wanted to do something for me, she said. I sighed and said that she had done more than enough. But she meant something different.

She asked me how I would like to have beautiful clothes and jewelry, plenty of money, maybe even my own car?

I told her that it would be great, but that I had stopped believing in Santa Claus a long long time ago.