Judy was only half-asleep when she heard her bedroom door open. She thought it was Buford. He had been working at the church again that evening. She didn't open her eyes when she felt the pressure on her bed. She did open her eyes when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

It wasn't Buford.

"My God," Judy said softly. "Buddy. What are you doing here? Don't you know my husband might be home at any minute?"

"I know," Buddy said, "but I couldn't help myself. I started to think about your big tits."

"Are you nuts?" Judy asked. Buddy was trying to pull the blanket down from her neck, but she quickly pushed his hand away. She could feel herself getting hot. She had to admit that it excited her to think Buddy would sneak into her house and into her bedroom. But she had to control her excitement. She couldn't let her husband come borne and find them this way.

"You've got to go home. I mean it. You've got to go home right now."

"I can't go home. I keep thinking about you. I can't go home."

She could smell beer on his breath. She knew the beer would be making him crazy. She wouldn't be able to reason with him. She felt panicky. What if Buford came home now?

"Please leave, Buddy," Judy begged.

"No. I've got to have some fun. I can't leave until I have some fucking fun."

Buddy was pulling at the blanket again. This time she let him pull it down. She was dressed in a revealing blue nightgown. She saw Buddy's gaze going from the top of her head down her luscious body. It stopped at the triangle above her creamy thighs.