CHAPTER EIGHT
Rudi's words, directed toward Kate, affected her in the most erotic way imaginable. She had not worn a bra under her nylon tank top and she felt sure that the sudden rush of sensual heat to her n*****s must have been enough to have fused the knit material to her breasts. A mighty wave of s****l stimulation swept through her loins, emanating mostly from her c******s but involving every area of that highly sensitive area, and she felt her knees growing weak.
"By God, we'll have to check that out!" she muttered, reaching under her short skirt to pull down her jogging shorts. "I'll get up there and we'll see what it's like, having your p***y eaten in public!"
She tossed the shorts down onto a bleacher seat and climbed up to the fifth row, where she sat at the end of one bench,
