Heat spread within her slippery vagina, and a bright little ember fanned itself into white-hot flame at her clitoris, that little center of passion that she had long thought was withered and useless. Eyes fixed mesmerized upon the TV screen, Lauralee bucked in the throes of her first orgasm, biting her lips and moaning, her head rolling limply from side to side as she reached the hissing, tumbling crest of a mighty, smashing wave.

She had come.

Oh Lord, she had come at last. It was a marvelous release, an emotional explosion that had loosened every fiber of her body, all the nerves that had so long been denied this rapture. She held her finger deep within her flexing vagina and shuddered in the swirling backwash of her climax, her eyes closed and open, closed and open.

They were doing something else on the screen, and she thought fuzzily, so soon? Lauralee blinked, and slowly realized that another woman had entered the room there, a woman with different-colored hair and a differently proportioned body, one who wore a diaphanous and revealing babydoll nightie. As Lauralee stared, this new actress slipped out of the gown and walked gracefully to the couple resting upon the bed.

Stirring her finger gently within her sensitized slit, Lauralee watched with heightening interest, to see what would happen next. She fought the feeling of guilt that threatened to overwhelm her, and concentrated upon the screen while she luxuriated in the juicy arousal of her vagina. She could blame the alcohol, her mental upset at the precipitous marriage of her son, the jolt of seeing dirty movies on TV, anything. But she refused to feel sinful; it was impossible, when she felt so good.

She saw the other woman join the lovers upon the bed, and as the man rolled aside to give them room, Lauralee knew another electric jolt: the two women were caressing, pushing their naked bodies together without shame, fondling each other's heavy breasts and kissing, running their tongues together. She could plainly see the brown-haired mound grinding into the blond one, and sucked in a deep breath as the blonde wrapped her legs around the other woman. Lauralee's finger stopped feeling around inside her sheath; she thought that was going altogether too far.