They seemed feeble excuses but she clung to them. She knew that some part of her was intrigued with the idea of putting herself to the supreme test. Within a few hours she would know for sure whether she could resist the depravity that Eileen had yielded to. She would know which part of her was in charge: her intellect or her libido.

To occupy her buzzing brain, she began to fix herself a brunch. Automatically she made enough for two. The guy might be hungry when he got here. Guys were always hungry, weren't they? She sipped a glass of wine as she worked. It relaxed her.

She poured herself a second.

Randy was surprised to see her instead of Eileen. But he responded eagerly when she offered him some food. They sat opposite one another as they ate. Jean had trouble keeping her mind on the food. Every time his big blue eyes met hers, she remembered the amazed passion they had worn when Eileen was sitting on top of his stiff cock.

She found herself wondering whether his cock was soft now. Or whether it might be just a little bit hard, from sitting near her. Did he think she was beautiful?

Nervously, she reached for her wine. Those were just the kinds of thoughts she had to avoid. She knew where those thoughts could lead.

It pleased her that he ate every last bit of the food she offered him.

"Boy, that was good. I don't know if I've got the energy to lift an axe now!" He laughed, and she thought how charming he was. She could understand how Eileen had been intrigued by such open charm. She could almost imagine what perverted lust had led Eileen to reach for his hard young cock. Her pussy throbbed with excitement.

As she cleared the dishes from the table, she caught him watching her with admiration in his eyes. When he saw that she saw, he looked away. Excited tremors brought goosebumps out on Jean's skin.