She looked meaningfully at his crotch.

His eyes were still on her tits. He looked almost hypnotized, and a wave of tenderness came over her.

"Now that you're here, what would you like to do?" she asked him. "Or maybe you just want to look."

He hesitated.

He had fair skin, and each time he blushed his face turned cherry-red.

"Can I touch you?"

She walked behind him and pulled down the window shade. Then she faced him, glanced once again at the bulge at his crotch, and waited.

"Go ahead," she said. "But if you ever tell anyone about this, I'll put poison in your corn flakes."

He extended a hand. The first touch of his fingers on the slope of her right breast forced her to close her eyes.

A long time had passed since man or boy had fondled her tits. Juice came oozing out of her cunt to drench the crotch of her panties.

Virgin or not a virgin, he had a marvelous touch. He ran his fingertips over the heaving globe of her tit, and then zeroed in on the swollen nipple to pull it and gently scratch the tip. Then he opened his hand, turned it, dug his fingers under her tit and raised it.

The weight of her breasts lifted from underneath always drove her wild.

"Suck it!" she gasped. "You're driving me crazy!"

When he hesitated, she took hold of his ear and pulled his face forward until his mouth covered the long nipple. As soon as she felt he had a hold on her, she released his ear and used the same hand to lift her tit and push her flesh into his mouth.

She kept her eyes moving from the mouth working on her tit to the hard cock clearly outlined by the thin cotton of his briefs.

She thought about his potency. Back in her home town she'd once had a brief affair with a boy his age – a neighbor's son – and as far as the fucking was concerned, she'd never been more satisfied in her life. That boy had been able to go on for hours and hours without losing his hard-on. She remembered the fresh taste of his cock and the firmness of his balls. She wondered if Andy was like that. She was itchy to get a hand on him.