"Unnnnhhhh, yes, yesssss!" she moaned to the vague male in her fantasy. "Fuck me hard, make me come! I'll go crazy if I don't come!"

Those three bunched fingers were cramming and reaming her cunt deliciously, just like a big cock would. It was a pretty damned good imitation. But Jodie wasn't fooled. She missed having a big, hard, hairy male body pressing against her, and she missed hearing a flesh-and-blood fucker groan with pleasure.

"Dammit," she sobbed, "I need a man so bad. What am I gonna do?"

In desperation she finger-fucked herself even harder and faster, blotting out all other sensations. She lost herself in the wild excitement of rocketing toward orgasm. It didn't take her long to get there. She figured she had to be one of the horniest ladies on earth.

"Ooooooo, shit, unnnggghhhhh!" she sobbed as she got herself off.

Dimly she remembered that she wasn't alone in the house any more and that she couldn't make a lot of noise when she came. She buried her face in the pillows to muffle her screams and moans of relief as she finger-fucked herself through a delicious orgasm.

It felt great, as usual, but it was just a very temporary solution to her problems. Jodie knew that she was going to have to find a good steady lover if she was going to be happy. She was fed up with her sexless life. But where was the man she needed?

CHAPTER THREE

The moment Jodie saw her son at breakfast the next morning, she knew she had trouble. Her eyes hadn't been playing tricks on her yesterday. Dane really was as cute and sexy-looking as his father. Jodie just didn't trust herself to behave around him.

She figured they'd better not be alone together any more than they had to. It would be better to get out of the house.