My encounter with the bandit had emboldened me, giving me a fearless edge and a desire to be more aggressive. I held her face, kissing her madly, biting on her lower lip and lapping at her mouth. “What in heavens has gotten into you?” “Oh! Millie! Touch my pussy…please.” “Let’s get this off first.” She grasped my camisole and pulled it over my head. “You have magnificent breasts.” “Yes, that’s all good, but touch me.” I grabbed her hand. “Touch my pussy.” “You’re soaking wet.” “Oh! If you do that a little longer I’ll explode. It won’t take long. I’m almost there.” “I haven’t even touched you, girl.” She seemed slightly astounded. The little I was receiving wasn’t enough. I pounced on her, straddling a leg and began to grind myself against her. “Oh, Millie!” Something strange had happened to me that I couldn’t quite explain. In my mind, I saw the bandit, and my body seemed to think her leg was his cock. I went mad rutting on it, nearly insane with want.
