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           Shemethimatthedoor,andhisjawdropped.Shewaswearingthenetbraheliked,apairofsemitransparentpanties,andnothingelse.

           "Youlookdelicious,"hesaid."Wherearethekids?"

           "MissyDandridgetookthem.We’reonourownuntileight-thirty...whichgivesustwoandahalfhours.Let’snotwasteit."

           Shepressedagainsthim.Hecouldsmellafaint,lovelyscent—wasitattarofroses?Hisarmswentaroundher,firstaroundherwaist,andthenhishandsfoundherbuttocksashertonguedancedlightlyoverhislipsandthenintohismouth,lickinganddarting.

           Atlasttheirkissbroke,andheaskedherabithoarsely,"Areyoufordinner?"

           "Dessert,"shesaidandthenbegantorotateherlowerbodyslowlyandsensuouslyagainsthisgroinandabdomen."ButIpromiseyouyoudon’thavetoeatanythingyoudon’tlike."

           Hereachedforher,butsheslippedoutofhisarmsandtookhishand."Upstairsfirst,"shesaid.

           Shedrewhimanextremelywarmbath,thenundressedhimslowlyandshooedhimintothewater.Shedonnedtheslightlyroughsponge-glovethatusuallyhungunusedontheshowerhead,soapedhisbodygently,thenrinsedit.Hecouldfeeltheday—thishorriblefirstday—slippingslowlyoffhim.Shehadgottenquitewet,andherpantiesclunglikeasecondskin.

           Louisstartedtogetoutofthetub,andshepushedhimbackgently.