In the first passionate moments of what was to become a hot, turgid love affair with the stately dowager, Wanda became so sensually agitated and nervous that her cunt filled up with fluid. Her rounded breasts began to ache, seeming more swollen than ever.

Wanda's eyes traveled up and down Mrs. Long's nyloned legs, pausing at her white, naked thighs to linger on her vast triangular growth of dark pussy hair. Wanda could feel a hot seething in her cunt and could hear her heart pounding behind her exquisite breasts, still encased in her skimpy, flesh-colored brassiere.

There was an unfamiliar ringing in her ears and there were many strange tingling sensations that swept down her spine. They seemed to come to a halt in her asshole.

The fact that Wanda's anus suddenly began to itch worried her. She had never experienced this before, but it felt very good. She had sudden urges to scratch it to relieve the intense itching.

Wanda's eyes continued to run up and down Alice's body, from her fashionable high heels, up the nylon-sheathed legs, pausing at the stocking tops, then creeping again over the white, silky flesh of her thighs.

"You are so beautiful. Without your panties you are a dream,” Wanda said softly, sinking back on the bed, perspiration beginning to form under her arms.

"I'm glad you like my cunt,” said Mrs. Long, and Wanda nearly passed out at the feelings that were evoked in her. She shook her head. She finally found a little smile.

"Oh Wanda,” said Alice, “I do shock you, don't I?"

"A little,” Wanda admitted, shivering. Her eyes were now riveted on Alice's fingers as they opened her brassiere and took it off. Now, except for her spring hat with lace and her smart looking expensive four-inch high heels, Alice was totally naked. Such explicit nudity was quite wanton to Wanda, if not altogether obscene. It looked so incongruous and out of place in her room.