Blurring back, the camera showed how the man was stroking the long, blonde hair, how he was hunching his thing into the girl's face; and they were groaning together, wiggling as if what they were doing was divine.

There were other angles, the man's taut face, a shot of his sack moving, and a strange one of the woman's had caressing her own vulva as she continued to suck lustily upon the penis in her mouth. Was she going to – to finger herself? Yes, there it was in all its forbidden starkness, the finger prodding the frothing labia and fondling those obscenely gaping lips before slipping inside. She was masturbating then, humping upon her hand and stroking the finger into her vagina as she pulled and chewed noisily upon the man's stiff organ.

Lauralee trembled when she discovered that she was caressing her own mound, that its resilient mattress was pulsing beneath the wayward hand. She jerked away her fingers and closed her eyes. Enough of this shocking thing! She would simply turn off the set and go take a cooling shower. She told herself that was why she was slipping her panties down her legs.

The close-up of the finger moving within the steaming, hairy slot hypnotized her, entranced her, and she quivered when she made little, tentative movements across her mound. She had always been told this was debasing, but the actress seemed to be enjoying it so, and surely it couldn't hurt to just see…

Lauralee shot bolt upright in the chair when her fingertip slipped all too easily between her labia and inadvertently touched something that flashed wet flames throughout her tensing body. It was so strange, a queer thrill that she sought again. On the screen the other woman's finger was blurring swiftly now, and the entire curly-haired mound was surging lasciviously.