My usual yearning would rise up within menevertheless and when at last it overwhelmed me I'd cum and cum intoher pussy. Then when it seemed I'd spurte... everything in my balls andprostate and everywhere else into her cunt, emptied myself utterly,only then would she get a peculiarly satisfied expression -- or wasit triumphant? Slowly, eyes fixed on mine, smiling wordlessly, she'dcreep up to mount my face and roll her hips over my nose and jaw andwipe our juices onto my mouth until I'd sucked and. I want to taste your death as you taste final ecstasy." Every word drew me closer, slowly stepping into her embrace. She moaned softly into my ear as I slid into her flesh, her muscles tightening about my shaft as her legs wrapped around my hips. Groaning in pleasure, I thrust into her, feeling her claws dig into my back as she arched up against me, our bodies moving quickly into a heated rhythm. Her fingers tore into my back with every thrust, her legs squeezing tight around me. It hurt so. Mrs. Conroy was a widow whose husband had been a police officer killed in the line of duty during a narcotics raid a few years earlier. I sometimes wondered why she had never remarried; she was a very attractive woman in her mid-thirties. That was her business, of course, and none of mine. Maybe she just got used to living alone and decided she liked it."Well, good morning, Levi. Looks like your headed for the bike trails. How's your mom?" She's just fine, Mrs. Conroy. Those are pretty. Is this real? I listen, breathing, I can definitely hear breathing. With pounding heart I turn my head and there you are, lying next to me, looking beautiful in your sleep. I smile, and then it hits me. "Christ what happened last night," I think to myself. "Oh god, I fell asleep. What a way to start. What shall I do? Lie here and wait for you to wake up, wake you up." I just don't know. So I chicken out and, very quietly I get up.I walk through the villa, seeing it for the first time in.