But she didn't.

Billy got into the car and tossed his shoeshine kit in the back. He wasn't hiding his hard-on now, and the woman looked at his groin and licked her lips.

"That looks lovely," she said.

His cock was threatening to rip right through his jeans. The big wad surged and writhed.

She started the car.

Then she looked seriously at him and said, "I never did a thing like this before, Billy. I want you to know that. I've wanted to for a long time and I've thought about it time and again, but you are the first."

Billy didn't give a damn.

"Sometimes I play with myself while I think about young men," she said with that sexy smile. "I rub myself off, Billy… I finger fuck myself and think about young boys…"

"Oh, wow," he gasped.

Even Sally McGee didn't talk like that!

"Do you know what I want to do to you, Billy?"

He shook his head, although he might have ventured a guess. He thought she wanted him to fuck her.

But he would have been wrong.

She said, "I want to suck your cock."

Billy felt faint. All his blood seemed to have rushed into his bloated pecker, depriving his brain of oxygen.

"I want to blow you," she said. "I've dreamed about blowing a young man so often… have you ever had a blow-job?"

"No," he croaked.

He had tried to stick it into Sally's mouth once, but she had told him that was disgusting.

"I think you'll like it," Marlene said.

"Yeah!"

She laughed.

"You polished my shoes… now I'm going to polish your sweet young peckerhead," she said.