Gil caught it again and this time she felt his tongue stab between her teeth. His fingers pressed and massaged the place behind her knee. She felt so weak, so wonderful. This strong guy was hugging and touching her in ways that made her remember the hot raging fever she'd experienced that very morning. But he was sliding up her thigh now, reaching under the white material of her Sunday dress.

"Gil, stop!"

"Annie, I'm crazy about you. I've got to see you more."

"But stop touching me!" She tried to grab his wrist but he twisted out of her grasp and eased his fingers up between her thighs. Though she had clamped them together, he was able to touch the silky patch that covered her cunt. The touch was like someone had jolted her with a hot wire. She shivered and pressed her body against his warmth. Her legs couldn't hold him out and she relaxed some and felt his hand slide back under her mound. When he brought the finger forward again, the panty silk went up into her crack.

"Uhhhnnnnnn, Gil! Ohhhhh Gil!" She was moving her hips now, unable to keep from rubbing back against the erotic caress. Her cunt was flooding. She'd never been so wet down there! Not even this morning when she'd awakened to find the sheet twisted up between her thighs as she went off like a skyrocket.

"You're really wet. Ohh Annie, you know what I'd love to do to you?" She thought he was going to say how bad he wanted to make love to her. But she wasn't ready for his next words. "I'd like to kiss you down there. I'd like to eat your…"

"Gil! Let me go! This instant!" She squirmed violently, trying to close her mind against the seductive sensations Gil was causing between her young thighs. But his finger had found the elastic edge of one panty leg now and he dug under it. As his touch opened her plump, throbbing mound she felt her knees going. She hung with both arms around his neck as the finger slid forward and back, forward and back. The soft, slick sound of him feeling her made her whimper.