She quickly stood up and took them the rest of the way off, then hopped back onto the bed. I could see her tuft of dark pubic hair poking out on one s...de of her pink hearted underwear. I was so hot, my pussy hurt, but I tugged off her underwear and placed my hand on her mound. "I like to rub all of it like this...when I masterbate." I said as my hand gently moved up and down her. Her puss was so warm, and It seemed to be dripping some sort of stuff. "Put your tounge on it!" she demanded. I. "It won't last for ever, I know that," she admits. "He dotes on mychildren nearly as much as I do, but one day he'll want his own. And I'mnot the woman to give him them."I have the best part of an hour before I need to get ready, so I pass itin front of the television exchanging frivolous observations on a varietyof topics with whoever happens to be in the room. The utter mundanity ofthe occasion helps me sink all the more deeply into my new persona. I doleout snippets of my invented past, each. It just so happened to be a story about a woman masturbating on the train. Stacey had never done it in public, so it was a real turn. As she read, she touched her breasts...giving her nipples a little tug. She moved her hand down her body and feeling her pussy made her shiver. As her fingers got closer to herself she could feel all the wetness. Public sex and masturbation was such a turn on. Something she only dreamed or read about doing. Stacey started playing with herself just as the lady in. They finally slept.The next day, she went to the general store and bought several sets of sheets, blankets and new pillows.Jack called the Jeep dealer."Jeep." said the receptionist, "How may I direct your call?" The owner, please." Who may I say is calling?" John Flintkote," said Jack."One moment please." Arthur Carlbury. What can I do for you, Mr. Flintkote?" Mr. Carlbury..." Art, please." Only if you call me Jack." Certainly. What can I do for you, Jack?" Art, this might be way out of line,.