Abruptly he rose from the couch and pushed her thighs apart. He slipped down onto his knees in front of the moaning woman. Though the blonde was shocked for a moment by the sudden break in the progress of their necking, she smiled at him and lay her head back against the couch. "I don't know what's come over me, Steve! I just have no willpower left. I don't feel like I could say no to you! Not to anything! You've done something to me… something I don't even understand!"

Steve was familiar enough with the ways of women to know that sometimes they said things more for their own satisfaction than because they really needed to communicate anything to the other person. It was possible that Mrs. Roy really did not know what was happening to her, but Steve guessed she was talking to her conscience more than to him.

He certainly understood what was happening. For the first time in a long time, someone was making Mrs. Roy feel very special. She was being set free from the humdrum lifestyle that made her look and feel sad. She needed what he was doing to her, probably more than she wanted to admit to herself.

He reached for the crotch band of her panties and pulled it aside. The pink slit of her moist pussy gasped at him. It gleamed with the juices of her building arousal. While one hand held her panties aside, he reached to prod the soft-looking pink flesh. She squealed and he poked her a little harder. His cock throbbed in answer to her tense hunger.

He looked up at her. Her eyes were half closed, heavy with lust. She looked totally abandoned, ready to accept whatever he might decide to dish out to her. "I want to do something nice for you, Mrs. Roy. I want to make you feel good. You have such a beautiful pussy… mmmmmmm…" His tongue licked up the soft, hair-fringed furrow of her cunt.