Brenda flopped down across the mattress and pulled the black gown up to expose her pumping hips. She dug her fingers under the blond-furred lips of her mound and stretched them apart to enter herself. She'd forced a hole in her hymen years before. It was only big enough for her middle finger, but it was enough. Her cunt tightened on her knuckles as she forced deeper. She was breathing like a wildcat now, her big tits rising and falling as she fingerfucked herself with agonizing slowness.

"Whhuuuhh," she groaned, pretending that her own fingers were Gil's. Her legs opened and she stretched her toes out to make her calf muscles harden. Straining like that always got her hotter quicker. And she was getting very hot, very fast now.

"Mmmm, sooo good, soo darned good." She squirmed her ass against the bed. She knew she could make it as slow or quick as she wanted. She was trying to decide just which way when she heard the tap on the front door.

Brenda jerked her hand out of her pussy and sat bolt upright. She was holding her breath, trying to guess who it might be. The closed sign was hung and the shades drawn. Surely no one would know she was in there. Unless it was her father! She got up weakly and tip-toed towards the front of the door. Standing to one side of the window she could peek out without being seen. She sighed with relief when she saw her uncle standing there. His truck was parked at the curb, a big tarp drawn over the sideboards. He probably had a load of new items gathered from his recent excursion to the small mountain towns to the west of town.

"Brenda? You in there? Your dad said you'd be here to let me in." Wade jammed his hands in his jeans and studied the toes of his cowboy boo. Brenda couldn't make him wait or he'd think something was wrong and go get her dad. She acted then, unlocking the door and opening it for him. As Wade stepped into the stores, his eyes widened.