Angela Roberts

at her and gave that smile that passing motorists do. She smiled back weakly and slowly took her hand from inside her blouse. She made it home eventually and rushed upstairs. And here she was, fully clothed, laying back on the bed. She pulled her skirt up, knees bent and planted her feet on the bed. She pushed her hand inside her panties and was not surprised to find her pussy soaking wet. She drilled her fingers inside her, first one, then two, then forced a third inside herself. She arched her back from the bed and made a keening wailing sound. It felt tight, felt good. Normally she was content to slide a finger in occasionally and stroke her clit until she came, satisfyingly. But now, she needed this, needed more. She thought back to the earlier encounter as she