Boxers too, please?”“April!”“Do as I say, or take back your ring?”I did, exposing myself to her. She went into her purse, pulled out and put...a condom on me.Oh dear?She pulled up her dress exposing the fact she didn’t have on any panties.She moved over my lap and my totally hard penis and took it and slid down on it.“You are such a bad girl,” I said. “Not wearing any panties on our first date?”“I have some, in my purse, for after,” she said as she began riding me. “Play with my titties,. That she was dreaming... that her imagination had led her to believe so strongly she could actually feel that wonderful tongue on her, but she knew that she was awake; she had only closed her eyes. No one had approached her; she would have heard them. She opened her eyes. She tried to scream, but nothing came from her throat, paralyzed with fear. Oh, God!It was the mountain lion!The tawny animal stood between her spread legs, his great head lowered to lap with his long fleshy tongue at her. I scanned his body from the corner of my eye, finding the lump of his cock show through his pants as he looked away to reach for his cigarettes. I continued to watch him. He was so imposing, brilliant and quite intense. His body was the example of beautifully demanding erotica, holding behind the eyes of desire, and the mind of a pan-mathematician. I watched his hands move and pluck at his lighter for satisfaction. At times he made me feel innocent, and feeble on experience. My mind was erased. God, I love her hair!I don't know what it is, this thing women have about candles, but I was grateful for that right then. Leaving her standing by the bed for the moment, I wandered around the room, lighting all the candles she had scattered about the place. I turned off the bedside lamps, and saw that the candles lit up the room nearly as brightly as the lamps had done. I returned to her, stopping right in front of her, and admired the soft flickering glow of candlelight in her hair. I reached.