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brushing his engorged tip against her chin.
    Dora ran her hands over his bare rear. “It’s been so long since a man’s come in my mouth,” she said. She sucked the knob of his erection and squeezed the spots where his upper thighs met his ass. Lowell’s shaft twitched. “I’d like it, wouldn’t you?” He gripped her hair tighter and watched his cock disappear between her lips.
    “Ohhhh, woman,” he moaned. “Dora, Dora, Dora…”
    She said nothing but, swallowing, moved her head faster. Her breasts bumped against his thighs and Lowell felt the occasional delicate strafe of her nipples on his skin. He tensed and placed his hands behind her on the heavy chopping block. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he forced out. “I don’t want to push too deep.” He braced himself on the wooden surface and ground his jaw so hard that his teeth squeaked.
    Dora let his erection slide free. She took the base of his shaft in both hands and licked his tip, then replaced one hand on the curve of his ass. “I want it all, Lowell,” she stated. She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him, pushing her tongue between his lips and pumping her fist over his cock. Lowell felt the surge of his orgasm begin.
    “I want it down my throat.”
    He bellowed when she lowered her face and sucked his length over her tongue. She held it there, swallowing around his girth, and squeezed and pumped the base of his erection with her fist.
    “I’m coming… Right now… If you’re sure—” He bucked his hips as his climax hit. Gulping, Dora tugged him closer and held him until the last trembling spasms subsided.
    “By a troll’s melon-sized balls,” he breathed. “I’ve never come so hard.” Lowell stroked one hand fondly over Dora’s dark hair, then tensed in alarm. “Oh, forgive my crudeness, madam.”
    Dora let his softening erection fall from her mouth. She wiped her lips with her fingertips and the trace of a smile curled on her lips. “You can be crude if you like,” she chuckled. “You just came in my mouth, you know.”
    Lowell looked away, embarrassed.
    “And I’m so very glad you did,” she added. Dora stood and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her gritty-slick breasts against his bare chest. He felt the curve of her cheek on his neck as she continued. “I’ve never had so much fun baking bread. It’s been simply—” She froze and her head snapped up. “What in the hell is that? An armadillo?” Lowell spun about and caught a glimpse of movement through the kitchen window.
    Dora bolted away, grabbed her T-shirt and yanked it on as she flew out the door. “Shoo, shoo!” she yelled. “Go on, git!”
    Lowell slapped his kilt around his hips and chased after her. All he saw was the flapping hem of her skirt and one sneakered heel disappear around the corner of her house. When he caught up with her in the front yard, she had her fists on her hips and a dazed expression on her face. “Damnedest thing,” she muttered. “An armadillo in Charade! Bold thing too, and it sure could run…”
    She shook her head and trotted back to her backyard. “Just look at my peonies!” she moaned. “What in the world would possess an armadillo to dig up my peonies?” The plants’ roots were bare and neat piles of soil flanked the plants like a row of attentive, muddy soldiers. Her brow furrowed. She picked up a sodden plant with dangling roots and one dainty violet bloom. “That crazy thing dragged a columbine over here!” she said, incredulous. “I wonder if it was rabid?”
    Lowell stormed back into her house to fetch his shirt, boots and socks. He emerged, seething, as Dax loped up. “And just where were you this whole time?” He shot an icy glance at the golden lab. “Some guard dog you are.”
    Dora shrugged and patted Dax’s blond head. “Oh well, no harm done. Want to help me get them replanted, Lowell? I suppose I’ll find a place for this columbine while I’m at it, if it can survive being dragged