"Think it will rain, Jayne?" she said, watching the woman approach. Jayne had beautiful, smooth, slender thighs; and the revealing shorts were pulled tight at the crotch; Susan almost gasped loud when she realized that. Jayne's cunt was brazenly outlined. She could actually see the shape of Jayne's cunt lips, and wondered if it could be hair curling out from the crotch. Why, it sure was. She almost blushed as she saw this, but managed to keep herself calm. "I can't see well enough to paint, damn it!" Jayne was near now; a smile was on her lovely face. "You can't paint all the time, Susan."

"Are Tommy and Julie giving you any trouble?" Susan asked.

"Are you kidding?" Jayne laughed in a low, husky chuckle. "Those two kids of yours are so sweet, they couldn't give anyone trouble." Jayne looked at the statue. "When are you going to try that on for size, Susan?"

That was one thing about Jayne; she was sexually blunt. She seemed to enjoy shocking people, and by now Susan had gotten used to it.

She laughed. "One of these days I just might," she replied.

Jayne ran her hand over the stone cock. "If it was mine, I'd give it a try every damned day!"

"You probably would," Susan laughed.

"Why not?" Jayne replied, running her hand over the stone balls. "A cock is a cock, isn't it! My God, Susan, it must be at least a week since I've been fucked."

Susan had heard this many times since she had known Jayne; but so far had considered it talk. Now she wasn't so sure. She knew Jayne seldom went on dates. Maybe she wasn't so sexy, but tried to make people think she was. Susan recalled what she had seen last night, and said suddenly: "Jayne, let's go in the house. I have a problem you might be able to help me with."

Jayne cocked her lovely eyes. "Ah-ha! So you're finally admitting you need it, huh? Well, Susan, it's about time! You want to play little-girl games with me, huh?"