Gradually, the satiated penis deflated in her mouth. Harry threw his arms out to the side in exhaustion, a great sigh of relief escaping from his lips. She lay for awhile with her head on his thigh, still nibbling gently at the limp, useless penis in front of her and then she crawled up over his belly and kissed him hard on the lips.

"What happened to my story, lover?" she teased softly, smiling down at him with a slight sparkle of triumph in her eyes.

"Why you little bitch! You had that planned all along, didn't you?" Harry half growled, half groaned. "Imagine picking on a guy ten years older than you."

"You'll have your chance to get even, dear, I'll see to that in a few minutes. Now tell me the happy ending about how you'll talk Mr. Big next door into coming out for dinner."

"Simple, love, I'll do a little shifting of my funds. We have so much money invested in stocks his boss old man Jordan'll do anything I say to get it. He can't very well turn down a dinner invitation with a client, can he?"

"My you are clever," his wife teased as she reached her hand down and felt him hardening again. "And, an insatiable old bastard too," she grinned, feeling the moisture rising between her thighs. She knew it was going to be a long, delicious night and she smiled silently to herself in anticipation.

2

Carol Benson hummed softly to herself as she sat before the dressing table combing out her long silken blonde hair. A tiny pout lined her lips as she struggled momentarily against a particularly stubborn snag that impeded the smooth course of the brush running downward toward her shoulders.

"Ninety eight, ninety nine, and one hundred, there finished." she breathed in relief. She hated this morning ritual, but had been doing it since she was a little girl. It was one of those things her mother had insisted on as being healthy for the hair and she had to admit it had certainly helped her to retain that soft golden look, although, she sometimes wondered if it wouldn't have remained that way anyway.