But her father would kill her if he ever found out.

The answer was simple: Don't let him find out.

"In here okay?" she asked.

"With you, babe, anywhere is okay!" Joe quickly answered. Before Susan could say another word, his mouth crushed down brutally on hers. For a moment, she stiffened, resisted.

Then she melted like butter in the warm summer sun. Her lips parted and let the man's delving tongue enter her mouth. She couldn't figure out what was turning her on about him the most.

His strong arms pulled her body powerfully against his. And he was solid muscle – except for the stiffening rod between his logs. She was sure his cock would be nice and hard, rock hard, by the time they were ready for that. But his tongue was well trained in erotic acrobatics.

It caressed and stroked back and forth and drove hard against hers, driving it back into her mouth. She duelled with the tongue for a while, then simply relaxed and let him do all the stimulating.

Even his droopy mustache was getting to her. She didn't much like mustaches – or so she'd thought before Joe came along. The hair tickled and stimulated her unlike anything else she'd ever found. The way it worked feverishly against her upper lip made her even more eager for him to get on with the preliminaries and fuck her.

She needed his cock – bad.

His hands began working all over her body. They seemed to be everywhere.

Stimulating, stroking, tweaking – she was being turned into a quivering mass of flesh unable to stand.

He let her sink to the floor. As she went down, he magically removed her blouse. She didn't know how he did it and she didn't care. Just being naked for him was enough.