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Pie Girls and the Very Lonely Man
(Giselle Renarde)

Who was this girl?

She lifted her skirt and grabbed his hand.  He couldn't see what was going on down there, only feel.  And what did he feel?  Fishnet stockings.  No panties.  A smoothly shaven pussy.  God Almighty!  A slick, wet slit.  Did she just walk around like that all day long?  Wet and ready?

Or was she turned on by him?  Was this all for him?

No.  Of course not.  He was nothing special.  Tracey had told him so when she ended their six-year relationship.

Six years.  He hadn't touched any woman but Tracey in six long years.

Not that they felt long.  No, they went by in an instant.  

And now they were gone.  

She was gone.

But Lindy was here.  Lindy, who seemed so warm and compassionate.  Everything Tracey wasn't.  Other than bold.  Boldness was a quality they shared.  Tracey had made the first move, too.  They'd have never gotten together otherwise.  He'd have never had the courage to hit on someone like Tracey.  Dark hair.  Model thin.  Firm breasts.  Long legs.

She always seemed to come so hard.  Had she been faking all those times?  Was she really so impressed by his sexual prowess?

Well, Lindy sure seemed to be, and he'd barely gotten started.  All he'd done so far was rub her juicy clit through those wicked fishnet stockings, and already she was tearing at his fly.

"Put it in me," she begged.  "God, it's been forever."

Hard to believe a girl like this, who was willing to get it on with a stranger, was capable of going through a dry patch.  You'd think she'd just go up to the nearest guy, remove his dick from his pants, and place it commandingly inside her.

That's what she seemed intent on doing with Butler.

Except wait??"what was that?  A noise out front.  A key in the lock.

Lindy froze, then backed away.

Butler's mind went straight to the money pouch she'd left on the counter.  "What's happening?" he panted.  "A break-in?"

"Worse," Lindy said.  "It's my wife."