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wonderful from here on out.
    “Why don’t we head on back to the bedroom now, honey. We gonna get on top of my Empire Strikes Back bed sheets and do some things that no registered voter would ever approve of. I can promise you that. Let’s hustle our asses. I’m eager to perform. I’m simply desperate to ride you like Roy Rogers did Trigger.”
    Uschi’s hand moved away from her mouth, fingers straight and spaced apart, once more reaching out to Denny. She touched him below the chin and settled on the throat. She rubbed his Adam’s apple, a ticklish sensation making him reflectively dry swallow. All the while her other hand went exploring between his legs and found his erection. Could feel it throbbing beneath his clothing, and she prodded at it as if she were attempting to antagonize a caged animal.
    “I like the way your mind works, sugar cube,” he told her.
    And then, with a sudden degree of frightening force Denny never anticipated Uschi capable of, she took firm hold of him by throat and groin and with a positively sinful ease lifted him off the floor and spun him around and into the kitchen counter. The impact was great enough to make the plates in the cabinet shelf above and silverware in the drawer below rattle with a fragile shivering. One of Denny’s arms swung out, elbow hitting the microwave and batting its door shut. Uschi was quick to follow through by leaning into him a good deal, them Godzilla and Rodan monster mammaries of hers pressing down and weighing heavy on his chest. Denny was trapped, pinned between the counter edge cutting into his jelly soft ass cheeks and his homemade zombie girlfriend crowding him. He was off balance, elevated to where he shakily stood only on the tiptoes of his Converse All Stars.
    “Whoa. Gently, gently. Honey, trust me on this; it ain’t at all a crime to go about it nice and easy. I swear it ain’t.”
    But Uschi would have none of that. Quickly and efficiently she undid his belt and unbuttoned his Lee jeans. One good tug, keys and spare change in the pockets jingling away like poorly tuned Christmas sleigh bells, and she had jeans and underwear both puddled around his ankles.
    His concrete hard-on sprang out like a circumcised jack-in-the-box. It energetically swayed from side to side. If this were a Looney Tunes cartoon and not the real live world there would’ve been an exaggerated BOING! sound effect to accompany the grand unveiling. Erection calmed soon, became stationary, settled on sticking out like a meat truncheon. Snaky veins bulged across the sides of the tallywhacker like tiny water hoses filled with high pressure running through them. A few kinky gray hairs were starting to accumulate in his pubes.
    The fresh air on his genitals kickstarted his jock itch troubles and got him wanting to sneak a hand down there and start scratching at the perspiration slimy skin surrounding the scrotum, but what Uschi did next wiped that urge clean away.
    She took a solid grip on his penis.
    “Heavens to mergatroid!”
    As if a cattle prod were just introduced to his tailbone, Denny’s entire body jerked violently for one quick but memorable moment. Head snapped back and bounced off of the cabinet door, the muscles in his face tightened as much as they could go, and he sucked in a sharp intake of oxygen between clenched together teeth. No way would he ever become accustomed to having a woman put her hand on him down there. She began to stroke his member, her eyes staring into his face, the rough skin along her corpse palm most pleasurable on the sensitive foreskin. His impatient loins begged for release, but something inside Denny told him to hang on. An instinct coming from somewhere in the back of his brain knew he had to stay strong and wait, the best was yet to get going.
    Her free of dick hand took one of Denny’s by the wrist—the drawer abused one, fingers sore and red—and brought it up and slapped it down on one of her jumbo breasts. It looked like he was