When his hand reached the hem of my nightgown he asked, “May I see you?”I nodded, unable to speak, and watched him raise the covers tossing them a...ide. He lifted my nightgown slowly to my waist exposing my cotton panties. When he didn’t touch me intimately I frowned, but gasped when he grabbed my sides with his calloused frigid hands and lifted my middle as he knelt between my legs. I expected him to lower my panties, but as his chilled hands lightly touched my belly I squirmed. He grabbed my. The land lines weren't every where and often were shared by several homes often referred to as party lines. In those times being an outlaw, that is to say one who lives out side of the box, not with out morals or a code but not those of polite society was becoming more common. I was out on the road, riding a old chopped Harley that a brother in arms had sold me. The old Harley Rat wasn't very comfortable or polite, but was the embodiment of what I needed at that time. What it was, was freedom,. If he made his presence known, he would break her obviously delighted spell. Yet if he didn’t she would continue to play with herself instead of using that lustful energy with him and having a better time with the real thing. He knew he probably shouldn’t be watching her like this - she would be so embarrassed and ashamed if she knew he had been spying on her private moments. Yet he couldn’t turn away. He was transfixed, watching the woman he so adored in the midst of her passions. He stood. He was squeezing them as hard as he could, and continued to use his tongue to lick my cunt. I wanted to scream but no words could escape my mouth. Then again it felt so good, that I continued to lie still and enjoy it. I closed my eyes again and pretended that it was Mike slurping up my juicy pussy. By this time my pussy was drenched from juice and I was on the verge of cuming. I let out a small whimper and squirted all over the sheets. Then I could hear the sound, like a dog lapping up a bowl.