Then she came to one with a boy who couldn't have been over nineteen. The boy in the picture stood in the nude and a woman kneeled in front of him with his prick in her mouth. She WBS clothed, but the front of her dress WAS open and her big tits were exposed. The boy was tall and thin, almost frail-looking, and his cock appeared to be quite long, even with part of it in the woman's mouth. The woman wasn't pretty and looked to be in her late thirties, and she had the boy's balls cupped in her hand.

"Oh, my God!" Virginia gasped. "I like that, I really do." She laid it aside and went through the remaining pictures faster, hoping to find more with young boys.

She found several, two of the same boy and woman, only they were both naked and in one they were fucking and in the other-heaven forbid if the boy had his face buried between the woman's legs. Virginia had heard that men put their mouths on a woman's cunt, but had never given it much thought. It made her tingle now, and when she felt her pussy-mound, she found that her underwear was wet.

The one that really turned her on, though, was of a much younger boy, maybe eighteen, and a woman who was lying on her back with the boy straddling her face. He was squirting his jism into her open mouth. It was a very good picture, the stringy strands of cock-goo clearly dripping.

Virginia scooped the rest of the pictures into the envelope and put it back under her husband's underwear in the drawer, then sat back on the bed to examine her self. In spite of herself, she was unable to control her self, she was a female animal in a rut, lusting for the choice fruit of tender youth, yearning for the innocent, unmolested cock of a young boy.