"It felt very good," Don groaned.

Immediately the young couple was in a great hurry to leave. In a few minutes they had dressed. Lynn started to look a little guilty as the heat of passion passed. Don gave her no time to start an argument. He hustled her into the car and Judy watched until it had pulled away.

Judy leaned back against the tree and shut her eyes. Her pussy felt so hot as she worked her fingers against her cunt. It wasn't the young man fucking her, but Judy was dreaming that it was.

She was dreaming that the young man was on top of her, ramming his prick into her hungry cunt.

"Oh God," Judy moaned. "God, God, oh goooood!"

She felt her pussy juices soaking her fingers as her belly tensed up and then exploded in a shiver of pleasure. It was so damned good, but it left her with a feeling of guilt. She had been doing something wicked. She had been playing with her pussy like some kind of juvenile. She had not acted anything like a normal adult woman should be acting.

Judy got up and straightened her clothes. Her knees still felt a little weak. It took her a long time to walk back to the farmhouse. The first thing she did was take a little drink from the whiskey bottle Buford kept hidden in the kitchen cabinet. He called it his medicine bottle. She was glad he wasn't home. She would have hated to explain her shaken condition. She couldn't explain it to herself. She didn't know why she had acted as she had, but she knew that the episode in the woods had been the most exciting thing that had happened to her in a long time.

Judy wondered what was going to happen the next time she got so horny she couldn't control herself.

CHAPTER TWO

Judy heard the screeching tires and she immediately knew who it was. There was only one person who drove like an idiot on Collins Road. She turned her head long enough to see the fire engine red Ford pulling up beside her. Buddy Wright put his head out the window.