CHAPTER FOUR
Lisa was in a state of super-delight. The turn-on had hit her cunt just as his love juice hit her throat, as though there was an invisible connection.
The nerves of her p***y quivered like the strings of a harp, and an exquisite lightness pervaded her body. She felt again, as she had with Big Tom, that she had made contact with the center of the world, and with the meaning of her life.
She lay back in a dreamy state, her eyes on Uncle Mike, who had slipped into a swift forty winks.
She looked at his c**k, now curled and limp almost like a withered flower. She had beaten the proud flesh into this pitiful state. She had taken this lusty hunk of meat and pounded it into submission. Oh, it would come alive again, all flaming-red and rioting, but she would tame it. That was wha
