Downstairs, something roused her sleeping husband He sat bolt upright and rubbed at his bulging crotch. His cock was rock-hard; a half-finished dream had left him horny.

"Where the hell is Virginia?" he muttered, looking around the room "She's never close by when I need her, and Jesus Christ, do I ever need her now!"

Harvey forced his bulk from the couch and stumbled up the three. short stairs to the bedroom. Virginia was sitting at her dressing table brushing her nut-brown hair. She was stark naked, her skin damp and glistening.

"I need you, woman," Harvey croaked.

Virginia turned her head and looked at her husband. He had his pants open and his throbbing cock in his hand.

"That's a new twist, wouldn't you say?" she retorted.

"God dammit, Virgie, don't be sarcastic. I hate a fucking sarcastic woman."

"Okay, then,, just what is it that you need me for, Harvey?" she asked.

She stood and faced him, her legs spread apart, her skin pink and alive, and her luxurious cunt hair still damp from the bath. Her round, soft tits swung freely as she swayed back and forth.

"Goddamn, woman, you're magnificent," he snorted, and started peeling off his clothing.

Virginia took a cigarette from the pack on her dressing table and lit it. She sat on the edge of the bed and puffed angrily, the blue haze stinging her eyes. What did she need him for now? she asked herself. Yet she knew she needed something; maybe it was Harvey's immense cock, maybe it wasn't. In spite of falling once. Harvey finally managed to get his clothes oft He stopped over in front of his asked wife and leered. Hewn. the opposite of Virginia who was fair-skinned, light-haired and