"Ooohhh… and I thought sure you would," Barbara disappointedly moaned, and then as quickly, she was smiling again. "But we can do it another time. I don't blame you for storing up your energy for that sweet husband of yours. He's a doll, Karen." She leaned forward over the table. "Tell me, was he over, under, or soused just to the 'nth' degree last night? God, I thought he was going to rape you right there on the couch, once!"

Karen had already been exposed to her enravishing neighbor's unexpected, sensual probes and revelations, blushingly surprising questions or statements of which her good-looking, athletic husband seemed to eagerly enjoy, and which at first had embarrassed both Steve and herself. But it was the innocence and spontaneity of them that had soon brought down her prudish guard, along with her Steve's. One couldn't know Barbara Keller very long without recognizing and accepting, even becoming infatuated with her unvarnished candor, which usually encompassed sex. Nevertheless, her immediate personal question irked Karen, setting her on the alert. There were, after all, some things…

"God!" the widened, onyx-eyed girl went on before she could answer, "Don was a savage! I thought he was going to tongue me right out of my mind, and he hadn't drunk anything near what Steve had! Then, it was dog-fashion, and believe me, honey, with that cock of his rammed up in you from behind you know you're getting fucked!"

Karen actually lost her breath at her fetching neighbor's casual use of the two four-letter words, the very sound of them tumbling from her pretty, white-glossed lips momentarily spellbinding her! In all of their association to date, the younger wife had never heard her use the ultimate graphics, even when she implied them! At the same time, she couldn't deny the sparks they raised in her soft, smoldering belly and loins… like a poker being stroked into a caked bed of white-hot coals!