Men! She set the music alarm forhalf an hour, then slipped between cool sheets. She turned over her pillow,careful not to crush her French Twist, pul...ed a large pillow to her. Shewrapped her arms and legs around the soft mass, her chin resting on thetop. Ol' dependable. But not very exciting.Beth closed her eyes, her body relaxing against the pillow and mattress. Ithad been a long day, a long week, a long month. She needed rest and sheimagined herself in the garden swing, engulfed in the. He always looked un groomed. When, Michele had first met Bernard she had compulsively urged him to comb his hair. Now that she was his sex slave she knew better than to criticize her mate’s appearance in any way. Michele rarely wore any make-up at all. Her beauty was natural.She wanted to do nothing to make herself look artificial. The dark haired woman’s sole concession to womanly vanity was the dark red nail polish she used to paint her fingernails and toenails. The small woman had always. I was still so horny from earlier, and it was getting late so I excused myself and said I was going to bed. I made it to my bedroom and closed the door. My pussy was aching to be touched. It was aching to be brought all the way to a loud orgasm. I stripped off my clothes as I walked to my bed. I laid down and immediately licked my fingers and the minute my finger touched my clit I moaned. I meant to do so quietly but I couldn’t I wanted so much more than just my fingers. I wanted a mouth I. That path was fraught with delicious possibilities. And terrifying ones.It was, of course, all I could think about while at work. Good thing it was cold and cloudy. If it had been a nice day, my distraction could have endangered lives. Thankfully though, the place was so empty, I even managed to jerk off at work. Twice. Both times, picturing my mother committing i****t. But not with her father.From then on, I saw her in a new light.Well, truth be told, I'm not sure it was just my perception.