"Hello," Barbara said coolly, feeling her voice shivering along with her body.

"Mighty nice evenin' it's gonna be," Brad said, narrowing his eyes and smiling at her.

Did he know? Did everyone know? If so, would he make a pass? Christina had told her some unsavory stories about Brad and his friends. They were rumors, really no one would ever really confront Brad and his buddies with those stories to his face. But it had been said that they enjoyed "strange" sexual practices. Their women more often than not wound up completely ruined if not half-insane after a few nights. More than one family around had had to send their daughter to an institution to recuperate from an evening with Brad.

Of course, nothing could be proven. The families were too shocked to dig up any evidence, and Brad was far too careful in covering his tracks. Christina realized Brad's value as a hand on the ranch and reluctantly let him stay on. All these stories rushed through Barbara's head as she stared back at the darkly handsome man standing in front of her. Instinctively she put one hand to the base of her throat and breathed with some difficulty.

"Somethin' the matter, ma'am?"

"Uh, no, just… just feeling a little faint. It probably was the heat today," Barbara said, tearing her eyes away from his handsome face.

Oh, oh, in spite of the stories she still felt so attracted to this man standing here. Perhaps it was because of the stories that she felt this wild pull.

"Yeah, pretty hot… real hot," Brad said, leaning against the same porch support.

Barbara was taking deep breaths now, feeling her tits tingling more than ever. She felt a sudden glow washing over her flesh as she glanced at him once more, then looked away. In a moment the confused blonde felt her pussy starting to swell.

"Might be nice to take a walk."