Every in morning at eight-thirty exactly, Anne Hawkins watched him leaving for school. She peered from her living room window, her eyes devouring his broad shoulders and slim waist. And always her burning gaze lingered on the thick bulge of his crotch, massive in his tight pants. When he turned the corner and disappeared, the lushly curved brunette let out a deep sigh, hugged her robe tighter round her plump breasts, and desperately fought the urge to masturbate.

A year, a whole long tormenting year since she'd felt a hot thrilling cock driving deep into her aching pussy! And powerfully throbbing in her wet, eager mouth. And ramming savagely into her tingling asshole.

Upstairs, Anne started drawing a hot bath and slipped out of her robe. Her heart began to hammer against her ribs as she critically examined her naked body in the full-length mirror. The sight of her own ripe hot tits and velvety skin, her sleek thighs framing her silky cunt-hairs almost always triggered a wild fingerfucking session. Her hips would jerk with increasing fervor as she dipped two fingers lewdly in and out of her juice-soaked cunt and her entire glowing nakedness would tremble from head to toe.

Until that delicious moment of explosive coming, when her burning juices were flowing and gushing onto her savagely fucking fingers. But it wasn't working any more. She needed the real thing, a live hot prick tearing relentlessly into her narrow slit, until she could faint with sheer ecstasy.

Her fingers dipped down to her glistening pussy-hairs and hesitated. How could anyone so voluptuous, so damned sexy be so deprived?

With a long, shaking sigh, the tall brunette slipped into the steaming hot-water and began soaping her lush tits. There would be no obscenely thrilling fingerfucking on this beautiful summer morning. Not as long as there was a handsome was hung like a bull in heat. She couldn't deny boy living across the street who what she had in mind was dangerous, especially in a small town like Rockville.