He thought again of the writer, as he had done more often recently. There was something about this woman, this stranger. He had never been one for ove...t pictorial pornography, and over the years had developed an interest in erotic fiction. He considered himself somewhat of an aficionado these days, and thus recognized this woman’s stories as something special.. It had all been done to death, of course – Colin had read hundreds of similar stories. But there was something about this woman and. I breathlessly moan" do u have more in store 4 me ??? " let's find out !! "u whisperas u spread my quivering thighs wide& press my knees up in2 my chest& i feel the broad head of your cockrub against my puckered opening...i gasp as u press yourself in2 me& stretch & open me wider & wideras u fill my clutching anal passagewith deliciously hard & hot cock-meat...it feels so good 2 be full of u againthat i can feel my cock re-harden& i give myself over 2 the pleasurethat i always feel when u are. ” Closing her eyes again, she stretched her neck up slightly towards my face, and I leaned in to place a gentle kiss upon her lips. She quickly pressed her lips against mine with more force, eventually reaching up around my own neck with both arms to pull me in tighter. There’s obviously a whole lot of repressed passion in this woman! While engaged in a session of necking worthy of two teenagers, Christa twisted further around and presented me with both heaving breasts, which I began teasing. After all, if she hadn't been stripping at a local men's club in Helena, he might not ever have found her again. In the last year, he'd searched through a hundred cities and towns looking for her, following the faint trail of men and bartenders who might remember a tantalizing young stripper with dark skin and long, black hair, perhaps named Betty, who seemed plain and ordinary until she got up on the stage and began to dance. Her dancing was what men remembered most about her. That, and the.