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Footsteps?
Peg sat upright in bed from a dead sleep? What was that noise? Pooch lay at the end of the bed and did not stir. Had Peg only dreamed it?
She rose from the bed and went to the bathroom to pee. She washed herself, again, straightened her crotchless panties, checked the mirror to adjust the top of her sheer baby doll pajamas, then rinsed her mouth with Scope.
On the way back to bed, Peg made sure the door to the basement was unlocked. Yep. Waiting.
Pooch still did not stir at the foot of the bed and snored.
Peg propped herself on the pillows and listened to the wind. The large tree outside her window and just above her head, brushed harshly against the glass, and Peg jumped.
"Ohhhh," she said, "this is a creepy night."
Then.yes, there it was again. Noise. Someone clicking keys to set a car alarm. The outside basement door opened slowly and Peg heard soft footsteps walking across the concrete floor downstairs. He was really here, her Midnight Marauder, just as he promised.
But she was supposed to be sound asleep! It was, after all, her greatest fantasy: that he would come to her house as she slept, and -- with a deftness, skill, and finesse like she had never known -- undress and slip quietly into her bed, to ply her with the passion and ardor of her greatest dreams, yet, not awaken her.
And it was, after all, his greatest fantasy: the thrill of taking a strange woman in her sleep, without getting caught. He could stroke, touch, suck, lick, kiss, and have Peg all to himself -- a woman who was not his to take. And the more skillfully and quietly he plied her, the more certain he would be able to return again and again, whenever he chose.as long as he did not awaken her. Did he need her to be awake? No. He just wanted what he wanted -- and he wanted as much of Peg as possible.
As she heard his footsteps up the back red stairs, Peg's swollen titties ached. Her nipples grew large and hard. She felt the wetness between her legs. Could she fake being asleep? She didn't know. She did not want to ruin her fantasy.and she definitely did not want to spoil his chances of returning. Wetter still, she wondered, "Can I keep from participating? Should I even try to resist? Oh, how I wish I was asleep!
"Exhale, Peg. Slowly, Sweetie. That's it. Slowly exhale."
Peg scooted across the bed and lay on her side, flipping the covers off her rear. She wanted her beautiful alabaster ass, encased in those delicious black lace crotchless panties, to the the first thing he saw as he stepped into her room with a flashlight in his hand.
The doorknob turned.
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If you enjoy reading Peg's erotic episodes, and you meet the following requirements, I would love to hear from you!
You are: at least 5'10", over the age of 45, intelligent, articulate, with a sense of humor; you do not smoke or chew (the residual effects of nicotine and it's accompanying smell are embedded even in the hairs of your skin and leave a very unpleasant scent), and you are very clean, with good hygiene. I am 5'4", blonde, brown eyes, and 60 years of age. Life is for those who still want to play, no matter what their age.
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