"Couldn't resist the urge," he explained. "Just had to follow ya home."

She just looked at him and fought down the urge to smile and pull him inside. "I told you I was married," she said.

"I know."

"Well? Can't you take a hint?"

"I know a horny lady when I see her," he said, reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes.

He watched her breasts moving outwards.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Johnny," he replied.

"Listen, Johnny," she said, crossing her arms over her breasts, "it's like I said before. I'm married. Like it or not…"

Amber never finished her statement. Without a word, Johnny wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. She resisted at first. Then she moaned and sighed deeply in his arms. His tongue entered her mouth. Amber sucked it deeply, rubbing his lips with her own.

Then they broke.

"Who the fuck…"

Again Amber never had the chance to finish her statement. Kissing her again, Johnny picked her up easily, brought her inside the house, and kicked the door shut. Then he carried her into the living room and laid her down on the couch.

"The bedroom's that way," said Amber, pointing.

Smiling, he picked her up again and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and opened her bathrobe. Her breasts were absolutely gorgeous. He covered them with his hands and kissed her passionately.

Her hands were fumbling with his belt and fly. He got up from the bed and undressed. Amber watched him. When he stepped out of his pants, she eyed his thick, ten-inch pole and licked her lips. "You're even bigger than I thought," she whispered fiercely.

He waited until she had shrugged out of the bathrobe. Then she squirmed on the bed. She lay on her back, her knees drawn up, her thighs parted.

Johnny eyed the moist, pink slit in wonder.