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Pulling me off of her. Crawling out over her. Crawling together. This story is very much about next door neighbours watching us play tug of war, and wondering what it is about me that makes them so excited. A feeling I get when I drive past a seven year old's playground, or when I park on my way to work. The desire to win a fight, once achieved. It is a little bit like that, she thinks, and slowly loses her patience. She fears the tear. A quiet entry. She removes her blouse. She stands still for a few minutes. Then she moves. He throws up some more. She sits back on her heels, stretched out on the bed, her ass high in the air, on her tiptoes. She can feel the wetness of her pussy on the skirt. The hot wetness of summer's sun, against her exposed skin. She is so erect, she thinks, because of the dressing.

She lifts her arm. And plunges it into her vise. Her hand movements become more rapid. Her breathing becomes heavier. Her body quivers. Suddenly she feels his hand near her pussy. He squeezes a bit. She jumps again. He tugs his hand out. Grabbing the vise, he starts to move it around inside her. The front of her vise opens, then closes again. He squeezes a bit more. She arches her back. Then moans. He smiles. She can see his smile.

She can feel it now. His smile. Her body is tense. He is approaching hers. She imagines the evening is going the way she has always planned it. She pushes her ass back on to him. Her pussy is on the edge. He can feel her building as she fights to keep still. His face is impassive. He has to remember to ejaculate. Something inside her is telling her. He falls to his knees. Grasping her hips, he pulls her into him, deep, gripping her. She grinds into him. Harder, faster. She can feel the cum rising in her bowels. Squeezing tightly, he moans loudly, she follows his rhythm, passes out..