As she did her housework, the voluptuous housewife with the shoulder-length hair tried to imagine how it would be when she and Stan finally did get together. Will he lick my cunt the way he licked Blanche's that night? she wondered. Her pelvis swirled hotly with desire as she fantasized so vividly that she could almost feel his warm tongue slithering up and' down her quivering pink slit. Her starving auburn p***y leaked so profusely that the crotch of her panties constantly felt warm and wet. Pam knew that she should stop torturing her frustrated body with eroctic daydreams but she couldn't.
Maybe hell make me suck his c**k, too, Pam thought, licking her full lips. She recalled how rough Stan had been with his wife the night she'd spied on them, how he'd grabbed Blanche's hair and forced
