She closed her eyes and tried to think of other things. She thought of how good her husband was to her, and of how Rena was looking in the mirror.

She tried to tell herself that she couldn't get carried away, and that it was sick to even let herself feel.

"Oh," she said, as his rough lips captured one cherry bud and his teeth nipped gently.

Her nipples were just so sensitive. She felt them getting taut in the wet warmth of his mouth. He may have been in prison for seven years but he had not forgotten how to turn a woman wild. His teeth and lips worked at her until she felt tingly all over.

His mouth left her tits. He pushed her at an angle against the door.

His lips traced a wet path down her quivering belly to the tops of her pants.

She felt his tongue going under the top of her pants.

"No," she said, "please don't do that."

"What's the matter, baby?" he asked. "Are you afraid you're going to like it too much?"

She couldn't answer him because what he said was true. She had always had a secret desire to ask Tom to kiss her down there, or even to kiss him. She never had because she could imagine how shocked Tom would get.

Oddly enough, Tom and Rena were a lot alike in their prudish outlook.

He tugged her snug fitting pants down her long, slender legs. She was wearing a pair of thin blue panties and the flimsy material ripped in two halves in his grasping fingers.

"Sweet, sweet pussy," he said. "God, it's been a long time since I dived into a muff like that."

Jennifer could no longer see the mirror and she was thankful for that.

There was no telling what sick expression would be on Rena's face.

Dave was grinning lewdly as he bent his head and pressed his rough lips against her thigh. She shivered as his tongue caressed the soft flesh, going higher and higher on her thighs until his tongue tangled in her thick, blonde pubic hair.