Jenny stepped out of the house with motivation, determination, and wet panties. Jenny was on a mission to get laid; how could she not? The effects of the clothing were having their role on Jenny's descion making. Jenny was not even caring if it were cock or pussy that she'd play with next, just something! As she walked to the curb, the idea of going downtown seemed wise since to her since this would be ample territory to find a suspect. Until Vicky walked by. Vicky wasn't overly special, 5'8", moderate B cups, smooth, but small ass, and a decent hourglass figure. But when Vicky passed by Jenny, it's as if there was an immediate connection, certain vibes were sent through the body that none can comprehend. The smell of cum might have lingered in the air, maybe the visable wetness gave her away, maybe a slight look of the eye; Vicky asked Jenny, " Is this your house?" What will Jenny say?