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kissing her in mid-gasp.  He caressed the inside of her right thigh with his right hand and felt her body turn toward his touch.  She arched her body, asking to be touched more profoundly.
     
    Jake responded as she knew he would, his familiar touch cupping her moist mound.  He lightly squeezed her and her hips thrust herself deeper into his hand.  He teased her a bit with his finger, moving it in a counter-clockwise fashion around her vagina.
     
    Suddenly, he was where she craved him to be right then.  He had found her clitoral button and was massaging it tenderly.  With his every stroke, she cried out in approval.
     
    “Oh Jake.  Oh my man.  Oh my love.” she gasped.
     
    The gasp rose in volume and intensity until she was shrieking his name.
     
    “Jake!  Oh baby!  Oh Jake!”
     
    Jake buried her last shriek in his kiss, his mouth finding hers with an ardor almost violent in its intensity. Their mouths and tongues fought each other for supremacy as Brandee's hips bucked wildly against Jake's probing finger.  He was playing the inside of her hot pussy like a violinist plays a Stradivarius and she loved every minute of it.  Slowly he pulled out of her.  She clawed at his hip, needing him to take the next step.
     
    Jake climbed between her well-toned thighs, looking at the sweat sheen on her face.  He noticed anew the golden flecks in her eyes as he tapped her once, twice, three times with his raging erection.  Finally, with the anticipation that was coursing through both of them completely unbearable, he entered her.
     
    They quickly found the rhythm that they both knew so well.  She rose to meet his thrusts as he dove to find her depths.  The pace, first slow, then with increasing speed was familiar to them both.  Brandee's cries increased in pitch and volume. She tossed her head, first to the left and then to the right in response to his lovemaking, achieving one shrieking orgasm after another. He felt the tide inside himself start to rise.
     
    She felt it too.  She knew that she was about to be given the gift of his seed.
     
    With one final orgasmic howl she screamed, “FUCK ME JAKE! FUCK ME HARD!”
     
    Jake exploded inside her soaked pussy, their juices intermingling in a miasma of spent passion.  His own orgasm seemed to go on and on.  He throbbed for minutes on end as he held her in his arms, rocking her to sleep in a post-coital nap.
     
    Jake lay awake afterward, listening to her deep and even breaths.  He knew this woman's body so well.  He couldn't wait to grow older and more in love with her as the years went by.  He was blissfully and completely happy.
     

Wyoming Sunrise
     
    The next day was another early morning for the members of the group.  They had about 350 miles ahead of them to get to their next performance.  Brandee was scheduled to appear at Arena Auditorium on the campus of The University of Wyoming in Laramie.
     
    Brandee was going to be the opening act again, but their lead singer's disappointment was slightly mitigated by two things.  First, they weren't being followed by a yodeler, whose presence at the last concert was still under Brandee's skin.  Second, tonight was a little bit of a reunion. They were to be followed this evening by Nora Denice and Lizzie, the metal band that Brandee had played before in Ukiah, California at their first ever event as a group.
     
    Almost 8 months earlier, the two groups had performed on the same stage, and Brandee was anxious to show the girl rockers that made up ND&L how much their own group had grown as performers.  The two groups had gotten along well back then and all of the members of Brandee were anxious to see ND&L again, this time in Laramie, Home of the Cowboys (as Diane liked to remind them).  They all believed that it would be a fun night.
     
    As the Nissan passed through Rock Springs on Interstate 80, Suzi was quieter than usual.  Normally, she traveled in one of two conditions - talking or sleeping.