He slid down the zipper in the back of my dress and slipped it away from my body in one stroke. His kisses burned across my shoulders, and he pulled b...ck the straps of my slip. I felt a shiver go threw my body as his hands trailed my back, removing this next layer of clothing. And still I had on a lacy bra and panty set. Three layers of white, as if I were indeed a bride on this night. Something inside me almost felt as if I were. It was like a wish, but without the pain of longing. A wish. Five years and several thousands of dollars later, Linden blamed the shrink as much as himself for his problems. That experience had only served to convince him that head doctors make people worse, not better. That was the end of it for him. With whiskey on his breath and dying on his mind, he raised the gun to his temple. The pistol was hard and unforgiving, as he was hard and unforgiving. An instrument designed to do what guns do must be hard and unforgiving, no? Carefully, he toyed with the. "You are doing such a JOB on me. You really know how to turn a woman on. You're getting me ... so ... damned ... horny... ," she panted. "I've got to get off! Diddle me, Tony. Diddle me good." she continued to moan and guided my hand under her skirt and up into her pussy.When my fingers slipped between her legs, I could feel her pussy was wet. The woman was ready to be laid. As I rubbed her clit rhythmically, she began to yelp with pleasure as orgasm after orgasm hit her. I continued. She never told me, and I never asked, why she was taking the night bus to Dayton. As the bus cruised along the interstate and its diesel engine droned on and on, as the Midwestern night settled down all around us, we stopped talking, and rode silently through the night. I felt sleepy, and it felt nice to be pressed against her warm body. I don’t know who started it, or how it started, but suddenly Mitsko and I were kissing. We kissed passionately, silently, exploring each other with tongue and.