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hard . . . fuck me hard! I need you so!” She closed her eyes and listened to his moaning. She felt her body tighten up to grip him, riding her toy hard as the vibrator rubbed her clit. Her body wanted his as badly as her mind relived their past interludes. He made them come alive again and she opened her eyes to watch his motion intensifying, his hand moving faster up and down his shaft, moving in time with her toy as it moved in and out, vibrating and making her so hot.
    She was amazed at how in tune she still was with his body. His voice urged her on, “Come for me, baby, now . . . now!” Her body trembled as she felt her climax start. Her legs beganto shake as she heard his breathing speed up, and soon she exploded as her juices flowed out of her. Deacon yelled, “Oh my God . . . fuck!” as he leaned forward in his chair and finally came.
    London sighed and smiled shyly at him as he reclined again, exhausted, zipping up his pants. Even far away, they were still fine-tuned, and she relished the moment. Suddenly, Deacon sat up abruptly, reaching for the mouse.
    â€œTalk with you later, hon! I’ve got to run. Bye for now.” And he was gone in a click from the screen.
    The summer was full of surprises as London prepared for the July 4th celebrations. It was a nice night for fireworks, she thought, as she dressed to go to her favorite spot to watch the vibrant booms and bangs.
    She and Todd had stayed in touch since their recent excursion, but he had gone up north with buddies and she was feeling lonely. She was thrilled at the thought of being at her favorite place in Tarrytown, the Fisherman’s Cove, with its spectacular view of the Hudson River. If nothing else happened, just to be on the grounds of her special spot excited her, and always had since she was a child.
    She dressed in a short navy blue skirt, high wedges, and a white, low-cut V-neck T-shirt with a red burst of fireworks on the front. She also took a navy blue sweater, tied around her shoulders, for nighttime. She got in her Beemer and off she went, headed for the shoreline celebration.
    The Fisherman’s Cove restaurant was open for dinner; it was where folks could have a sit-down meal and stay inside for the fireworks, or go outside to the amphitheater and listen to the wonderful music. Once inside, she received a warm welcome from her favorite hostess, who gave her a big hug and a smile. London loved the whole ambience of the night.
    The dinner tables were all decorated red, white, and blue, with cloth napkins sticking out of crystal goblets like a flame. The centerpieces had small American flags surrounded by imitation sparklers and glittery red, white, and blue shattered plastic pieces in the form of sprays. It was all so festive and the place was packed.
    After being seated at the table, among other people, she felt lonely, more so as she noticed that most patrons had partners. An attractive waiter startled her as she was lost in thought. He was delivering her plate of succulent prime rib, fresh asparagus, and mashed potatoes. The meal looked and smelled excellent, but London only picked and nibbled at it as she was craving other culinary delights.
    She pushed away from the table and joined the other guests at the four large picture windows overlooking the river and waited for the fireworks show to begin. She occupied herself by people-watching and noticed one gentleman who seemed to be alone too.
    He was tall, dark, and good-looking. She moved closer to him when the chair next to him became available. He smiled a consenting glance at her.
    â€œMy name’s Antonio.”
    â€œHi, I’m London.”
    When the fireworks started she moved up closer to the window, and he followed. He stood close. She gave him an approving half smile. He touched her hand. A few minutes later as a burst of light exploded in the sky, he held her hand tighter. She didn’t resist. So he pulled her