Now she began to goose her hot, curly-haired slot. She began to feel better. Oh, Lordie . . . Lordie, even this was better than nothing at all! She worked three fingers, then four into her creamy p***y. She began to sob. This wasn't enough. Just the fact of being alone ... even four fingers didn't come close to the blissful feelings produced by a hard-jabbing c**k. And there was Jack, just in the other room, breathing deeply in his sleep, as he more than once breathed softly into her ear, along her neck .. .
Squirming under the pressures of her probing fingers, she summoned up the memory of how it had all started with Jack. It was that night, three summers ago, when she was only eighteen, and Jack eighteen. Their Aunt Kathy was staying with them-a prolonged visit-and, of cou
