She would have loved to see a woman tongue herself!

Why, she might even give her a hand.

That fantasy sprang into her mind and it was as exciting as any of them. Jennifer decided that she would think about licking a cunt while she frigged herself off. She spread her cunt lips apart with her fingers and gazed up the open slot at the dark inner flesh, streaked with silvery juice. She pretended that it was another girl's cunt and that she was just about to clamp her mouth on it like a suction cup and suck and tongue until the woman creamed. Her pussy flooded with cunt juice.

She was just about to start finger fucking herself when she heard the door open.

Damn! She thought.

She wasn't worried about being found there. The worst thing she could be accused of was looking for naughty literature. But she had really been looking forward to giving herself an orgasm and it annoyed and frustrated her to be interrupted.

Maybe whoever it was wouldn't stay.

She got up and lowered her skin, then peered through the gap in the bookshelves to see who had come in.

It was the librarian.

Miss Julia Childress was only about thirty years old, but she looked older because she effected the style of the traditional, unmarried librarian, the classic spinster. She wore no make up whatsoever, and she kept her hair pulled severely back into an old-fashioned knot. She always wore plain tweedy skirts and high-necked blouses under utilitarian cardigans. Jennifer had never really taken much notice of the woman. She was just part of the furnishings, of the library, as unremarkable as a filing cabinet or a chair.