Sally's panties were sopping wet, and her pussy was twitching madly when she left Joan's house. Watching those two horny bitches fuck Shep had really turned her on. Her pussy squashed as she led the German Shepherd away.
"Daddy will take care of my pussy itch," she told herself. "But I hope he doesn't question my wet panties. The truth would probably kill him."
"Hold on there, young lady. I want a word with you." The female voice came from behind Sally and startled her. She turned around quickly.
A tall redhead was running towards her. Curly strands of the woman's hair flopped about her forehead. Her big tits bounced heavily inside her white blouse, testing the pearly buttons. The hem of the woman's skirt danced freely above her knees, revealing her creamy white thighs. She was a beautiful woman, but she didn't seem too happy at the moment.
"I'm Mrs. Jones," she told Sally. "I'm an important person in this neighborhood. I head the Women's League and the Social Club. I do my part to make this neighborhood a respectable place to live. Now tell me, do you live around here?"
"No," said Sally. "Why?" Sally held Shep close to her. She began to tremble. She looked up into the woman's eyes, fearing the worst.
"Well, this is the fourth time in the last week that I've seen you walking a dog in this area. And it's always a different dog. And you always go into a different home and come out an hour or so later, walking funny. Have you any explanations?"
Hell, what could Sally say? She couldn't help it if her twitching pussy made her walk funny. "I-I don't know what you're talking about, Mrs. Jones."
"The hell you don't. I wasn't born yesterday. I know that you're up to something, and I think I know what it is."
Sally trembled harder. "Honest, Mrs. Jones, I'm not up to anything. Really, I'm not."
"Then why are you walking like that? Has something got hold of your little pussy?"