They were so wet that she could feel the juices soaking through onto her finger, and she let herself touch her c**t through the wet fabric for a few moments before she took her hand out of her skirt.
she couldn't do this in the kitchen, she thought, and she quickly made her way to her room, which was downstairs. she left the lights in the den off, the light coming through the windows enough to see, and left the door to her room open so it was lit dimly. she started to unbutton her shirt, wanting to get her bra off so she could rub her breasts properly. she glanced in the mirror as she did so, and laughed at herself, shaking her head. she usually didn't have to masturbate -- whenever she wanted anything, Chris was more than willing to give her what she needed. If he wasn't watching hockey,
