When she heard the front door of the house slam, Leona heaved a sigh of relief. Bob had left for work. He had a good job as a salesman for an electronics firm, and Leona hoped that some day he'd earn enough money to make it possible for her to quit her job. She worked part-time as a clerk in a hotel and she hated every minute of it. She'd rather have babies. All the women she knew were having babies and that was obviously the thing to do.

The gentle massage of the shaft of her swollen clit now became a more vigorous rubbing. She probed the mouth of her cunt-hole with a fingertip. How wet she was! Her pussy-flower was weeping sticky tears of joy. She scooped some of the juice out of her cunt-hole and smeared it across her clit. A shiver ran through her body as she inadvertently touched the quivering head of her clit. Her bud was always so lusciously sensitive!

Oh, Lord! she thought. She couldn't sit there all day! Her eye feverish, her hands trembling, she picked up the electric toothbrush off the shelf. She switched it on and held the handle against her throbbing clit. The sweet sensation of an orgasm came almost at once, and she cried out and groaned in the midst of her ecstasy.

The first spasm ended and the second began almost at once. She gazed at be image in the mirror. Her tits vibrated like mounds of jelly with each movement of her body. She had heavy, pear-shaped breasts with long dark nipples. Bob was crazy about them. He said they were the ripe tits of a passionate woman. Was she passionate? She wanted to be. As much as she told herself she did not need orgasms while fucking, she knew she'd be happier if she had them. Even if Bob rubbed her off with his hand, it would be better than nothing. Of course, she'd never ask him. She was too inhibited for that. In any case, she suspected that, as sweet as he was, he cared only for his own pleasure when he fucked – and not hers.