CHAPTER FIVE
There was a new warmth in Mary's heart for her two kids. The mere fact that s*x meant so much to her, that Curly was not satisfactory, might be sad. But, as long as she could envision her cousin, as long as she could scream to "Johnny," at least she would not suffer the aches of a hot cunt left unfulfilled. I'd rather buy one of those snakey looking electric dildoes, Mary thought in grim amusement. Better than finger-f*****g myself.
She had Johnny Hartmann in her head as she came back into the kitchen, and her heart leaped as she saw John Junior in profile against the bright light of the early September day. With his wavy hair, he looked much more like Johnny than he did like his father. She was positive that she had felt a hard-on as he had come up and hugged her from behin
