A knock at the door brought her out of the developing daydream. Jack answered it and then told his mother he was going out to play ball. Marian, somewhat flustered by her wild imagination hardly looked up at her son's friend. But as Jack left, Judy stood up to leave, too.

"You don't have to go," Marian heard herself say. "Stay and visit with me a while, Judy."

The little girl gazed at Marian. Then she sat back down on the couch, her knees pressed tightly together and her skirt pulled down. "I didn't think you liked me," Judy said in a soft voice.

"What gave you that idea?" Marian asked, her voice throaty. What she was thinking of was insane she knew. Yet there was a force, a powerful force, driving her.

"The way you look at me sometimes," Judy said, almost shyly. "And you hardly ever talk to me."

"I'm sorry I gave, you that impression, Judy," Marian said in an even lower voice. "I like you! I'm just not friendly with people right away."

There was an awkward silence, for a moment. Then Marian said, "You really like my son, don't you?"

"He's my boyfriend," Judy said, her eyes shining. "I like Jack a lot!"

"So do I," Marian said. "That's why I try to make sure of his friends. I wouldn't want my son to get mixed up with anyone who would get him into trouble."

"I won't get him in trouble," Judy said. "I'm sure you won't, honey."

Marian's cunt was on fire as the thoughts tumbled through her inflamed mind. She wanted to shove her face between those slim thighs and kiss and lick at Judy's cunt with a desperate hunger.