"I saw it on the beach. If Emily hadn't come out I would've had you stretched on the beach. You want my big, fat slippery cock in your mouth. You wanna lick it off and get my cum down your throat. Go on, touch it. I ain't gonna hit you," Don said thickly.

Traci couldn't believe she was hearing him right. The words burned her brain, made her mind whirl around. He was talking like that, speaking dirty in her mother's house.

"You don't know what you're saying. Get out or I'll call the police," Traci said, starting to move toward the dining room. Don grabbed her by the waist.

"No, no, you can't," she whispered tightly.

"I can and I'm gonna. What the shit is that?" he asked, pulling away slightly. Traci heard loud barking in the backyard. Thank God, Don hadn't decided to climb the fence and try to get into the back of the house. That damned animal her mother had bought for protection was more trouble than he was worth. Traci had been against it from the start.

"Just Rex… the dog. Don't worry, he'd locked up out back. I guess my mother forgot to let him in," Traci sighed, caring nothing about the dog or her mother. She wanted Don and that was all.

CHAPTER TWO

Traci felt her body melting. There was a lush hotness spreading out from her belly down to her fat, swollen cuntlips. It seemed that only her clit and nipples were hard, itching, throbbing things driving her half mad. Don had her pressed up against the refrigerator, his hands smoothing up and down her side. At times his fingers played dangerously with the straps holding up her halter. Oh, he was touching her with his crotch, rubbing his hard cock against her pussy. Traci sucked in a shuddering breath. That pressure against the damp front of her bikini bottoms made her clit sputter. Hot streams of fuck oil oozed from her velvety moist cunt lining, wetting down the sheer material of her bikini bottoms. It clung tenaciously to her outer cuntlips, feeling sticky, uncomfortable.