" I reached up and touched his face, "Let Miss Dixie show you how much she appreciates the blue collar workers of this fine land" I said and I kissed ...im. He joined right in, his hands tight on my ass. He was squeezing my cheeks like he was making lemonade. His hands were strong and rough just like I like them. He was kissing me so hard. He grabbed my ass and lifted me up onto the kitchen counter. I grabbed his shirt and lifted it over his head. What a fine sight to see! We kissed again and I. Looking through his email, there was a message from someone that he did not know. He clicked on it, thinking it would be junk mail that had not been filtered, but instead found a message from the couple that he had encountered while shopping earlier in the week. The message that followed gave him serious pause. Perhaps things were already worse than he had dreamed.HiThis is the couple that you gave your email address to on Wednesday night. We wanted to talk because we are really scared about. ”“Can you sing something of the sort?”“Hardly. But notes that go from high to low and back again.” I dragged my pick down across the guitar strings and then back up. “I mean, kind of like that, but much better!”“So you mean arpeggios.”“Uh, sure... ?”Muireann put her fiddle to her chin and played the first five notes of the tune that she played with Tommy on Horizon Lines, and then cycled back down to the starting note. As she repeated this up-and-down figure and sped it up, I grinned.“Yeah!” I. Another “Kodak Moment.”Christina froze, mouth agape…. In surprise? Horror?Anticipation? And then Hamlet lurched, and, all atonce, his cock thrust itself hilt deep into herdripping cunt.He immediately began churning furiously, a runawaypiston, each stroke rasping across Christina’s swollenclitoris. Meanwhile, she was already writhing her hipsback against her masterful doggie lover. She could feelher orgasm approaching like a tsunami. Her eyes weresqueezed shut; her mouth.