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unbutton her dress. She gave herself up to a delicious, all-over tingle and completed her work with a
hasty swipe of the cloth. Hanging it over the faucet, she turned to face her husband.
Art pushed her dress off her shoulders and she let it slide to the floor, remembering how her dressing
gown had fallen beside the bathtub. She watched Art's jaw twitch as he unfastened her bra and pulled
it away from her breasts. And she rested the heels of her hands on the cabinet and leaned back, the cold
edge pressing into the small of her back while Art closed his lips over one puckered nipple. When he
straightened, his hands already rolling down the top of her panties, he sighed gustily.
"I'm going to like the new Helen best of all," he said.
"Me too!" Helen shivered.
The telephone rang at precisely the moment that Helen drew her foot out of her panties. She wrinkled
her nose.
Art swore. "Oh, shit! Now what?"
"I'll get it, honey."
"Well ... Okay, but I'll go with you."
When she picked up the receiver, he stood behind her. She leaned against him and he cupped his hands
over her breasts, kneading gently.
"Hello?"
"Hi. This is Van."
"Oh! Hi, Van."
"Helen, Barry and I were wondering if you and Art would like to come over for some games tonight."
Helen repeated the message to Art. He hesitated.
"I'm not too eager about it right now," he said. "It's up to you, though."
She spoke into the mouthpiece. "Van, would you be awfully upset if we took a raincheck?"
"No, I guess not. Say, did Art tell you what happened this afternoon?"
"No."
"One of those pipes in the upstairs bathroom ruptured. The place was
flooded! I had to call a plumber, and there were three of them here all
afternoon running copper tubing. Art and I spent five hours trying to
save everything that was wet. Tell him, 'Thanks again!' "
"I will."
"Oh, another thing. You might want to keep on eye on Danny, too."
"What?"
Van chuckled. "That kid's got enterprise! He was over here about an hour ago. Talked me into showing
him how I trim that special hybrid Winter Wonder in our lath house. I was so surprised when he started
to feel me up I didn't stop him. He was damn good at it, and I wanted to see how far he'd go. Well, let
me tell you, I'll spin on that cock anytime! Honey, he was magnificent! But is he ever athletic! He had me
all over the lath house ... in the leafmold, on the benches, against the planters ... Jesus!
"Good God!" whispered Helen. "Oh, Van! I'm sorry!"
"Helen, don't apologize. But you'd better tell me if you don't want him making out over here. I like what
he's got, and he can play games with me any day of the week!" Vanessa laughed nervously. "I think he
finally hit on a way to break the ice with that snotty sister of mine too. Don't ask me how, but he must
have found out Olga's one human trait is she's an absolute pushover for animals! Show her a stray cat or
a bird with a broken wing or a perfectly healthy goat and she adopts the damn thing. So Danny just
happened to ask her-just happened to, mind you- if she'd ever spent much time around donkeys. Seems
his donkey-Smokey, of course-has had some problem Danny can't figure out how to solve. He didn't
seem willing to describe what was wrong; said a person would have to see for himself to appreciate how
seriously it distressed the poor creature. And Olga thawed and had Danny out of here so fast it made
our heads swim!"
Helen groaned faintly. "Any other sparkling news?" she asked.
"No. I guess that covers it. I'll phone you to see if we can work out a good time for another
get-together. Okay?"
"Okay."
When Helen hung up, Art swept her into his arms and carried her to the couch. She was aflame with
desire for him as the result of his unceasing attention to her boobs during the long telephone
conversation, but he sent her excitement rocketing with the unrestricted handling he gave her now. She
was so ecstatic over her own response; she soared into three orgasms before he reached his first, and
she began to think there was nothing he could do that wouldn't drive her to climax.
Vanessa called back an hour later. "Helen I guess Danny scored with Olga, too. He just brought her
back, and she's dragging as if she'd treated the Army of the South! I'm afraid they didn't give poor old
Smokey much help." She paused. "What's wrong with the old fellow, anyway?"
"It's like Danny said, Van. You've got to see it to understand what a problem it is for him."
"I wish I could help. I'd do just about anything for that sweet old thing."
Helen gasped and grinned with delight. She could think of nothing that would give her more satisfaction
than to see Van's full-curved body under Smokey, impaled with that majestic cock of his. And, if she
worked it right, she could use Danny's movie camera to provide something she and Art could enjoy over
and over.
"Van?"
"Huh?"
"You mean that? About helping him, I mean?"
"I certainly do!"
"Maybe if you have time tomorrow morning you could take a look at him."
"Good heavens, yes! I'll be over as soon as Barry and Olga are out of the house!"
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