When Bob rolled off her body, Leona grabbed some tissues off the night table and stuffed them into her crotch. Having Bob's copious load of jism run out on the bedsheet would be annoying. Holding the tissues in place with her hand, she slipped off the bed and moved quickly to the bathroom. Bob would relax a few minutes, dozing like a lamb as he recovered his senses, and then he'd get dressed and be off to work. Leona hoped he wouldn't find some reason to dally. She was usually worked up enough from fucking to have a good orgasm alone, but she needed privacy. She always felt nervous doing it when Bob was in the house.

Once the bathroom door was closed, Leona sat down on the toilet to let her husband's jism dribble out of her pussy. Then she carefully wiped herself with toilet paper. There was a long mirror attached to the inside of the bathroom door, and since Leona sat facing it she could see her crotch when she opened her legs. A soft moan escaped her lips as she gazed at her fucked-out cunt. Using the fingers of both hands and spreading her thighs as wide as possible, she pried open her thick cunt-lips to look at the pink-red meat of the inside of her pussy.

She had a large clit. She'd seen pictures in a book once and she knew that hers was larger than average. She wondered if that meant she was more excitable. Holding her breath, she lightly touched her fingertip to the shaft of her clit and rubbed it up and down.

Oh, God, that feels good! she thought. Sometimes she came so hard playing with her clit that she had to piss. Sitting on the toilet while she jerked off was always a good idea.