"Do you want to wake up the whole neighborhood?" Joanne hissed angrily at him. She was beginning to wonder if it was such a smart idea to invite Bob into her snatch after all.

"Babe, by the time I get through with you, you'll be screaming the walls don," Bob growled as he shrugged his shirt off and started unbuckling his belt.

Joanne hated to admit it, but she liked the kind of overpowering masculinity Bob had. He couldn't have been over eighteen, but he was acting like a stud of thirty. She watched in fascination as the teen pushed through the top button of his tight-fitting jeans, then grabbed the head of the zipper and slowly pulled it down. In the bright moonlight, Joanne could see thick tufts of wiry black cock hair poking out along the edges of Bob's opening fly.

"You're gonna like this, Mrs. Hill," Bob said teasingly as he finished opening his Levi's.

Joanne wanted to jump up and stick her hand into the dark, gaping hole in the teen's trousers. But she resisted the urge. It had been too long since she was in this kind of setting. And now that it was happening, Joanne wasn't going to rush the thing through.

"Ohhh, God, fuck me!" Joanne cried again. The words "fuck me" excited the hell out of her. It felt like centuries since she'd cried that phrase out. Now she was moaning and thrashing away on the bed, begging for cock.

"Look at this, bitch!" Bob cried out huskily as he jammed his thumbs into his Levi's and shoved them down to his knees.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Joanne cried out as she saw something big, long and thick spring out from the teen's crotch and bob crazily in the air. It was just like in her fantasy. There was a young man inches away from her with a huge, drooling cock. Her mind raced crazily as Bob finished undressing and crawled onto the groaning bed. It was a dream too good to come true.