"I-I've tried to, Mr. Denning," she softly replied, gazing downward toward her candidly exhibited legs in an accomplished gesture, fiery sensations already tingling hotly through her at the sudden realization of their being out on the road and all alone, far from the relief of Clete's marvelous cock! Her brain burned with a sudden thought. It could happen if she was clever enough! But did she dare? Mark Denning, wow, he was so handsome! "Honestly, I've tried, even thought that they didn't know any better, religious fanatics, as you say, but…" she looked up at him, her flashing dark eyes rounded in question, "but even religious people know about fucking, don't they?"
She might have shoved a white-hot, searing iron right between his legs. Mark's head reeled at her casual use of the graphic four-letter word, his swollen hardness jerking noticeably inside his pants-front! Goddamn, what was he doing out here in the hills with her, anyway? He'd momentarily lost his head, that was what! The fresh young feminine fragrance of her, and her wide-eyed innocent use of lurid words, say nothing of the way she was displaying her thighs all the way up to her panties to him, had lustfully set his blood-thumping cock into doing his thinking for him! What the hell was he stupidly contemplating but having a shag with Clete Anderson's fiancee! He, a happily married man. Goddamn, he could see the white nylon crotchband of her panties snugly hugging the puffy little pubic mound between her lush, teenage thighs!