She told herself that she was acting like an idiot schoolgirl. Judson was a grown man with a gorgeous wife. He wouldn't be interested in her. He really was interested in the house.

She showed him her mother's bedroom and then her own bedroom. They stood in her bedroom looking at the bookcases and the tiny, paintings along the walls.

"Did you do those?" Judson asked. "Yes," she answered. "Then you're talented as well as beautiful," Judson said.

She could feel that tingling sensation all the way through her body. Her pussy suddenly started feeling wet. It was like she was touching herself. She had never thought this could happen just at the thought of a man calling her beautiful.

"You are beautiful," Judson said. "You're very, very beautiful."

He was close enough to her to touch her. She could smell his masculine after-shave lotion. He put his hands on her shoulders and they felt rough and hard. She started trembling.

"Are you afraid of me?" Judson asked.

"A little," she answered.

"Good." Judson said. "I like for my women to be a little bit afraid of me."

He suddenly jerked her close to him and kissed her mouth. She had been kissed before, but not like this. It was like he was commanding her to kiss him back. His lips burned her. She wanted to pull her face away, but she couldn't. Finally he broke off the hot kiss.

"Maybe I shouldn't have done that," he said. "But I've resisted the temptation so long that I just couldn't stand it anymore."

He kissed her again and this time his fat tongue wiggled between her lips. She wanted it to stop, and she wanted it to last forever! She didn't give him any help. She just stood there, but she could feel the shivering sensations all over her body.