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to her inner thighs and caressed them.  She could imagine him touching the bud between her soft folds until he dipped a finger inside.
         She slipped her finger inside, finding herself wet and ready.  She took it out slowly and then slipped two fingers inside.  She moved them in and out, imaging they were Dalton’s hands giving her such pleasure.  She used her thumb to massage her swollen clit.  Her hips started moving with the rhythm of her fingers’ movement.  Her other hands kept teasing her breasts.
         She licked her lips as if Dalton had kissed her there.
         When she started fantasizing about Dalton’s moist tongue licking her clitoris, her waiting lips and then slipping inside to taste her, she moaned and moved her fingers faster in and out of her pulsating vagina.  Harder and faster the rhythm became.  Yes.  Yes.  She was riding Dalton’s hard shaft, her thighs slapping against his.  She pushed harder until she exploded with a wild cry of release.
         After catching her breath, she sat for a minute waiting for her heart to calm down. 
         She got up, took her mug to the sink and went to bed, sated for the moment.
         It wouldn’t last.  That, she knew for sure. 
         She could hardly wait to get her hands on the real thing.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
         Dalton entered his home to hear the shrill ringing of his phone.  For a fleeting moment, he considered letting his answering machine get it.  He went over to the phone and hoped it was Victoria.
         He looked at his caller ID.  The number belonged to his mother’s hotel room.
         He quickly picked up the receiver.  “Hey, Mom.”
         “Hello, sweetheart,” came his mother’s light voice.  “How’s everything going for you in Alabama?”
         “Great.  Everything’s just fine,” Dalton answered as he sat down on his couch.  “How’s your vacation in the Bahamas working for you?”  He had recently surprised his mom with a two week cruise and island stay at a posh resort.  His mother deserved it and more.
         “Oh, I absolutely love it!  It looks like it was taken from the pages of some wonder fairy tale.”  By the dreamy sound of her voice, her vacation was more than she had ever dreamed of.
         Dalton’s mom was an honest woman with the personality of a saint.  She had never complained about not having money, fancy clothes, a sports car or a mansion.
         Long ago, when Dalton was just a kid, he had made a solemn vow that he would work his fingers to the bone to give her those things.
         Last year, he was able to make good on his promise.  She got a nice car, a closet full of clothes and, since she didn’t want a house that was so large, she would spend too much time cleaning it, she opted for a three bedroom/three bathroom brick home in the country.
         His mother was the happiest she had been in a very long time.  Not having to worry about where her next meal was going to come from or if she would be able to make rent were things of the past.  He wanted it to be only a distant memory for her.  She wouldn’t ever forget where she came from.  She told him one day that those hard times helped her build character and were mere stepping stones to get to something much better.
         And, as always, his mom was right.  Her life had developed her into a very wise and patient woman.
         Now she could enjoy the life of leisure she was entitled to.  Lord knows she’d worked triple what a normal person would have.  He was proud to have her as his mother.  Money may make some things easier but it couldn’t buy true happiness or a wonderful parent.  It certainly couldn’t buy love and his mom was rich in that.  He had something that money could never buy: a mother’s unconditional love.
         Dalton had been adamant about sending her on a much