Plus I was anxious to feel his hands on my pussy and clit again."Ohhh." There it was. His hand cupped my crotch, his palm on my pelvic bone and his lo...ng fingers going down into my crack. He wiggled them around and worked one into my wet slit. My hips started moving as tingles turned into electric shocks shooting from my pussy. His finger worked its way into my vagina which only made it worse. Well, you know - better.And then it happened. He found my clit."AHHH!" I cried. I remembered that. " She said huskily holding onto him as if for dear life.Tom smiled at her, squeezed her ass one more time, and then reluctantly let her feet touch the floor.Natasha led Tom up the stairs to her room. She had barely closed the door when Tom had her up against it with his mouth locked on hers in a powerful kiss. She kissed him back with all the desire she felt in her body. She moaned against his mouth when she felt him lower her dress until her breasts were touched by the cool air in the room.. But she was ok now! A psychiatrist had cured her!A few years ago, her fantasy was appliance repairmen and salesmen. As beautiful as she was, she had an aura of innocent vulnerability about her that made it easy for predators to move in. And they seemed to know her weakness. She had reluctantly gone down on a washing machine repairman. And then, on another occasion, two young well-dressed men, door-to-door evangelical ministers, were so taken by her sultry looks, they couldn't hide their. " Oh, I see." His tone was playful. Taking her by the hand, he lead her into the bathroom and stripped off her thong. Picking it up from the floor, he presented the thick, sticky glob inside. "Gonna have to wash that, Babydoll." He flung it into the sink. Her fluttered, he had called her 'Babydoll,' like 40s movie star -- where women had hips and tits and curves. This, she thought, is a man so good, so sweet, so dirty, so sexy, that I could just give myself over to him and know everything would.