It took Donna a moment to understand what Townes had referred to. Then a hot blush spread through her cheeks, and she lowered her head in shame. The salesman could smell her cunt! She'd finger-fucked herself so many times that day that the whole house stunk of pussy?

"Just as I thought, ma'am. One'll get you ten your sticky fingers were dallying in a little afternoon delight when I knocked on your door!"

"What?" Donna gasped. She gaped at Townes' demonically lustful expression, unable to believe his boldness. "Why, Mr. Townes, how can you… I don't know what you're talking about!"

"I think you do, ma'am. You were masturbating, weren't you? It doesn't look like you've got one hell of a lot on under that bathrobe. Now I truly am sorry I interrupted you. Who wants to listen to some old salesman when you can enjoy a good come?"

"Why, Mr. Townes!"

Townes' grin broadened. Pushing the bottles and brushes out of the way, he waddled on his knees to Donna's couch. It took Donna a moment to realize he was making a pass at her. Then her cunt literally started throbbing, and she suddenly felt hornier than ever before in her life.

"But don't you fret, ma'am. Every salesman has to be a jack of all trades, in a way. I think there's something I can apply to that sweet pussy of yours that'll be considerably more gratifying than your finger."

Townes knelt oh the floor next to her legs and thrust his hands under her thighs, cupping the peach-shaped cheeks of her naked ass. Donna stared down at him with wide, disbelieving eyes, too shocked to do anything to stop him. Then he pulled apart the halves of her bathrobe, exposing the huge globes of her tits and her hairy cunt triangle.

"You wouldn't mind if I sucked your pussy, would you, ma'am?" Townes asked hoarsely. He spread her thighs and sighed as he saw the pouting lips of her dripping pussy. "Mmmm, does that ever look tasty! Awfully wet, too, if I do say so myself. No, I don't think you'll mind at all."