"Do you have a match?" she asked. The boy slammed the back door and turned. He looked first at her crotch and then at the clear outline of her nipples etched in her blouse. He fumbled in one pocket and then the other, the color rising slowly in his cheeks. "Uh.. . no, ma'am," he stammered. "That's all right," she said. "I can use the car lighter." Her eyes moved don to the front of his pants again, and she saw his young cock pressing against his pants leg. The little bastard was getting a hard-on! She leaned back to push in the lighter, watching him from the corner of her eye, her knee coming up to give him a better angle.

He stand openly at her cunt, but when she straightened up again, he turned and fled. She watched him run, the grocery cart bouncing wildly in front. The little coward, she thought, the dirty little coward!

On the drive home, she saw a male dog trying to mount another pooch and pulled to the curb to watch. It was something that two days ago would have disgusted her, but now she was fascinated. She watched the big dog wrap his paws around the other dog's belly, his long, red prick sticking straight out under his belly. She groaned as she saw it sink into the patiently standing female's cunt, and covered her eyes, but only for an instant. The big male jerked wildly, spearing his slippery looking cock in with astounding ferocity. The fuck didn't last long. Virginia wondered if it would hurt for a dog to jam his prick into a woman like that. She bit the end of her tongue, making it bleed, and peeled away from the curb.

When she got home, she removed all her clothing and lay on the bed and masturbated with her collection of pictures. She imagined herself reaching out and opening the box boy's fly. She could almost feel the throbbing veined cock and pursed her lips and roiled her tongue as if she had it in her mouth. Her orgasm was a good one and lasted for a long time.