She was wondering if a donkey's cock could possibly fit up that creamy fuck-hole.

She wasn't playing with herself. She was simply speculating on the maximum breadth of prick that her cunt could contain.

But in the process she was accidentally rubbing her throbbing clit with the heel of her hand and the horny girl began to tremble. She watched her pussy slot fill up with another wash of cunt juice. She was wondering if she should give herself a hand-job. She did that sometimes, when her husband was not home to fuck her. It wasn't as good as cock or tongue, certainly, but it was better than nothing – and at the moment she had got herself worked up to a state where she truly needed something in her pussy.

If she left her pussy untended, the damned thing was going to be squashing like a sponge between her legs when she walked. Worse, she was likely to soak the crotchband of her panties and be embarrassed to find a dark, wet patch spreading out in the 'V' of her tight western jeans. Veronica might notice and laugh at her.

Linda decided that a hand-job was definitely in order.

She thought about stretching out on the bed, then decided to do it in front of the mirror so that she could watch herself when she came. She was smiling in happy anticipation. She began playing with her tits and rubbing her nipples as a prelude to the culmination of finger-fucking. The nipples came out like bullets against her palms. She was standing so close to the looking glass now that when she pushed her belly out, rolling her pelvis, her mound of curly blonde cunt hair rubbed against the glass.