She enjoyed wearing soft, frilly, sexy clothing, and always chose her panties with extra care. She told herself she never knew when someone would turn her on. When that happened, she wanted to be as sexy looking as she could.

Drawing her fingertip along her thigh, she sighed softly.

Her ass rested at the very edge of the back seat, and she twisted gently as her cunt grew puffy, her clit starting to throb teasingly. She drew light circles about her thigh with the tip of one finger, using her erotic mind to form images of a man, any man, touching her eager body. She could see, with her mind clearly, the man's body, but not his face. She never concerned herself with faces. The man's cock was, naturally, very hard, straining out toward her, the piss hole wide open and dripping with eagerness for her wet cunt.

Carol pulled upward on her panties, making the crotch dig into her pussy slit, the cunt lips puffing outward on each side. She looked at herself, seeing the dark blonde curls and pink flesh. She thought her cunt was beautiful. Some women didn't have beautiful cunts, she thought, but she was one of the lucky ones. Her cunt was very beautiful, with well-defined lips, an unusually long clit.

She knew her cunt was tight because her ex-husband had told her so, and she knew because of her own fingers entering it so often. Her cunt had the unusual ability to clamp down on a cock and hold it tightly. Her pussy would do this without any conscious effort on her part, as if it had a mind of its own. She loved that strange ability to grip a cock so very hard. The pressure of her pussy at those times was so delicious, she would often come.