Rachel was dressed in a simple white blouse and old jeans, but on her the clothes looked great. She had a red sweater tied loosely around her broad, sexy shoulders. Jack ran the buzzing tip of the vibrator over the tip of her nose and circled her lips. Then he slipped the sweater from around her neck and looped it around her wrists.

"Just leave me alone," Rachel whispered in a scalding voice as Jack tied her hands together in front of her. She looked around the yard, not sure whether to be terrified that someone might see her this way or relieved that Jack's assault on her body would stop. "I'm almost old enough to be your mother. I don't want you to do this."

"Your lips say no, but your tits say yes." Jack ran the vibrator across her jaw and down her long throat. He leaned in and kissed her fully on her lips, crashing their bodies together. "And my mother never fucking looked like you. If she had, I might have fucked her, too."

Rachel gasped and trembled as Jack pressed his lips to hers. She tried to keep her mouth shut, but he crushed her lips against her teeth and forced her slowly, surely, into a deep, wet kiss.

Rachel squirmed against the big chair that held her pinned against Jack's hard young body. Passion burned through her as Jack's muscular chest mashed against her tits, his strong hips against her crotch. Jack's tongue speared deep inside Rachel's mouth, the gorgeous housewife couldn't stop herself from returning his kiss. She sucked on his spit and played her tongue over his lips and teeth. A single fat tear slipped down her cheek as she realized she wouldn't be able to control the animal impulses of her own body.

"That's it, Mrs. Welch," Jack whispered, kissing and licking his way across Rachel's cheek and down to her throat. "These vibrators are something else, aren't they? Here, why don't you take a feel of something that's even better?"