But her visitor turned out to be an unusually handsome man. Donna almost gasped when she opened the door. He was about forty, old enough to be her father, with a solid, masculine build, a square jaw and a full head of gray hair. The man was wearing a suit and carrying an enormous briefcase – a traveling salesman.

"Harry Townes, ma'am, representative of the Atlas Brush and Cleanser Company!" the man said brightly. "Mind if I invade your lovely home for a minute or two sand show you my wares?"

Donna was so flustered by Harry Townes' good looks that she forgot her resolve to send him away. "Why yes, of course," she replied awkwardly, and held open, the door. "Come right in."

The salesman grinned and walked straight past Donna into the living room, finding it as instinctively as a bloodhound following a scent. But as he passed her she saw him glance at her big, braless tits jiggling under the bathrobe, and she knew he'd become aware of the extreme voluptuousness of her young body.

Donna cursed herself as she closed the door and followed him into the living room. Her cunt was getting wet again. She was so horny that even a stranger's passing glance could turn her on.

"Have a seat anywhere, ma'am," Harry Townes said. He knelt on the floor, unbuckled his carrying case and started pulling out various brushes and bottles. "As long as you can see the Atlas presentation."

Donna sat on the couch and crossed her long legs demurely so Mr. Townes wouldn't be able to see her moist pussy bush between her luscious thighs. Townes continued to spread the bottles and brushes on the rug, prattling his way through his sales pitch. Then he stopped suddenly, lifted his head and sniffed the air as a lewd grin spread across his face.

"Uh, ma'am, I hope you don't mind a personal question, but would you mind telling me the origin of that captivating smell detected by these here nostrils?"