But Jack Warner was insistent, rubbing her ass with one hand while touching her tits with the other. Her pussy warmed to him, grew so hot and moist that she nearly fainted from the sudden feeling. It was something she'd told herself she would never feel again. No, she was too busy raising a daughter and building a career. But there it was, sex raising its ugly head in the hospital elevator. Once she thought she felt his hot dick brushing against her leg. But, of course, that was an illusion.

Finally she got rid of him by promising a date for next week. Having reached behind her and unhooking her bra, Rhoda looked at herself in the mirror. Yes, she could understand why Jack Warner and others have been after her. She was still a good-looking woman for thirty-eight – hell, for any age. Her thighs were still slim and firm, not blotched with ugly stretch marks. Her full tits rested high on her chest, her dark-red nipples stiff just from her thoughts on Jack Warner and his pass in the elevator. Between her thighs was a thick bush of blonde cuntal hairs, just behind which she could make out the dark pink, moist lips of her cunt.

Yes, yes, she could see why men were after her. Her fingers trailed lightly along her tits, barely touching her nipples, then ran down her navel to her cunthairs. Oh, how good it felt to brush her fingertips over her pussy hairs. The subtle movement of her fingers against her swelling cuntlips made the woman shiver with delight. All these years without once having gone to bed with a man. She must have been crazy! Now she could see her foolishness. As she stood there stark naked in the middle of her bedroom, she began to realize just how foolish she'd been. Surely there would have been ways to go out with a man without upsetting Marcie. She'd been so nervous about that, about her dating having an adverse effect on her daughter.