"That was some kiss," she whispered.

"I like kissing you," he said. His hand slipped a little higher on her leg. His fingers touched the creamy smoothness of her thigh. She didn't have the will to resist. At that moment she knew she was going to let him fuck her. Up to that moment she had been fooling herself. She was only going after a beer and a few minutes conversation. Now she admitted that she wanted more than that.

She wondered what Buford would think if he found out. He thought she was the perfect wife. Sweet and innocent and in love with her husband. He could have never pictured her in the front seat of a fire-engine red Ford making out with a teenage boy.

"Kiss me again," Judy said.

His mouth crushed hers. His tongue stabbed in and out of her mouth and against her tongue. She liked the feeling. She felt his hand creeping up her inner thigh. She finally felt his fingertips touching her panties. She opened her legs a little wider and his hand covered her pussy. He was surprised. She could sense that. He had never dreamed he would get this far, even if he had hoped.

"You feel so good," he moaned. "So good."

Judy felt a little frightened. She was starting to show her inexperience. She had never been in the front seat of a car with a boy. She had never felt any cock but her husband's. She wasn't sure that she would make the young man happy.

His hand cupped one of her big soft titties. She could immediately feel her nipples starting to stiffen. Her nipples were so sensitive. It was hard for her to resist a man who put his hands on her titties.

"Let me feel you," he gasped.

"You're feeling me," he said.

"No," he moaned. "That's not what I want. I want to feel your tits. I want to feel them naked."

She was at the point of no return and she couldn't resist. She pulled away long enough to unbutton her blouse and strip it from her white shoulders. Buddy was impatient. He reached quickly behind her back, unhooked the bra, and let it fall away from her big tits.