He took one last, lingering look at Donna's succulent tits, and then he was gone.

Donna stayed in the shower for a while, fingering her clit and sliding two fingers slowly in and out of her fuck canal. Her hips began the familiar twitching, so she doubled up her fist and slammed it into her pussy. She moaned as she felt her cunt-lips stretch to take the width of her fist. Finally she rammed it inside her cunt and sighed loudly when she pulled it out again.

With visions of cock racing in her mind, she stepped out of the shower and dried herself quickly. She pulled on a pair of lace panties and jeans, and pulled a T-shirt over her heaving tit globes.

As Donna walked around the empty house after Brian left, she trembled with excitement as she remembered the vigorous cock-sucking and the pussy-fucking that she had gotten from the boy. The memories of chewing on his long, hard prick and having him pound his shooting cock into her slippery cunt only made her hornier. She resolved to satisfy her fuck hunger. And she could not wait for Brian to return from school.

She ran out of the house to the garage and started her car. Flooring the accelerator, she wheeled the car down the driveway and headed for the north end of town.

She had no destination in particular, but she knew that she had to find a man to fill her cock hungry pussy. She did not want to spend the entire day fucking her fist.

"Damn you, Walt!" she shouted as she pounded on the steering wheel in frustration. "I need you to fill my pussy and you run off to another business meeting."

As she drove, she reached down with one hand and unzipped her jeans. She lifted her ass up and pushed the jeans down past her hips so she could slide one finger under the edge of her panties. Lightly brushing her pussy hair, she rubbed her finger across her cunt-lips until she felt the pussy-juices begin to flow.