While watching him go through her things, Paula finally began to settle down a bit, to the point that she asked him, You know my name, can you tell me yours? Her gave her a quizzical look, and the answered, Yeah, it won’t do you no good any way, it’s Lemont, my name’s Lemont!
Paula guessed that he must have been about twenty five or so, and if you were just looking at him, he wasn’t bad looking at all, but what impressed her the most about him, however, was his cat like reflexes, he seemed to move with an effortlessness that was truly amazing.
Paula was pretty sure of what was going to happen next, but when Lemont pushed her to the floor in front of him, she wasn’t sure she was up to the task at hand!!! He unbuckled his belt, and told Paula to take off his pants. He reached between her legs and roughly fingered her already aroused vagina, taking pains to make sure he got a few good hits on her erect clitoris.
