AFTERNOON DISTRACTION
                      
 
     Teeth and eyelids clenched so tight they wuz hurting,
Buck Clark squeezed Julyanne Hawkins'  firm naked tits
inside her unbuttoned blouse and pulled her back against his
chest.  He wuz having hisself a golly-whopper.  He wondered
if his boots had done shot into Julyanne's cunt, along with
his balls and kneecaps, in his massive jism jet.
 
     Damned if his tallywhacker didn't stay up.  Well, if'n
any woman could give a man a permanent hardon, it was
Julyanne.  He got back to serious porking.  The squishy
noises from her sopping dick wallow  wasn't too loud, so he
got rambunctious. His jeans dropped from his knees to his
feet.  His keys and wallet thudded on the faded linoleum
floor.
 
     Buck froze and looked fearful-like over Julyanne's
dainty shoulder, past the crowded kitchen counter she wuz
bent over, and across the cheap one-room efficiency
apartment to Ned, her husband, staring out the patio door. 
Buck's dick softened from plow-quality steel to cheap copper
tubing.  Ole Ned didn't move.  Buck resumed humping,
scooting Julyanne's skirt higher so he could admire her
fantastic "spank me" quality ass.  He wuz steel-hard agin in
two strokes.
 
     Her head snapped back, and her cunt just snapped.  She
moaned, loud, but Ned didn't notice nothing.  "Ah cain't
believe that big ole thang's still hard," she drawled as he
nibbled her ear.  The hint of vanilla extract perfume made
his dick swell bigger, and Julyanne squealed appreciation.
 
     "Ah thank it's th' danger of bein' discovered what done
got me all excited," he whispered, sliding a hand down to
rub his escaping pecker goo into her prominent clit.
 
     "Sugar," she purred before cumming again, "there ain't
no danger.  You don't even need to whisper.  Cain't nothin', 
includin' a horny wife, get Ned's attention away from yore
wife out there sunbathin' nekkid."