Again, I see a hint of a twinkle in his eyes.“Hello Anthony. How’s it going in here? Can I get you anything? More ice water? Cool cloths?”FU...CK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK! There goes my pussy again getting all hot and wet. I can feel the tingle of an orgasm working itself up. I shove my knees together in hopes that my pussy will stop coming alive in the presence of this Greek God, Anthony.“Nah. I’m pretty good. I am getting a little hot, but if I just take off this gown I should be ok.”Oh shit! . When they reached her house, Allen quickly got out and ran around the car to open her door. Taking her hand, he walked her to her door and gave her a gentle kiss. As Allen was about to leave, he heard Tracey's voice calling him back."Er... uh... Allen, would you like to come in for some lemonade? I think we still have some," she said, inviting him into her house."Okay, I' like that. Where are your parents?" he asked as he followed her into the house."They're in town, they won't be back till. ‘I have to succeed, or everything we have, all that is truly Southern will be destroyed.’ She nodded to him as they returned from the dance floor, his rather evangelical preaching falling on her deaf ears. She was more concerned that, having danced together several times, actually a few too many for decorum, that tongues would undoubtedly wag. Lieutenant General Oliver Strand didn’t care about such things. Why should he, when he was above mere mortal chit chat? However, the other women’s. ” “Oh,” she whispered, “and what would that be?” “Making passionate love to her until the sun rises.” I answered, as I bent to kiss her lips. She seemed as eager as I was to explore the possibilities and responded more than willingly. We tongue wrestled for minutes before I reached to squeeze a small breast. I must have been doing something right because she began stripping for action. “The baby is asleep in my bed, and it’s the only one we have.” She told me as she hurriedly removed her.