"Unghhhh!"
Why was she shivering like this? Why did she feel so weak? Janet rubbed her arms, feeling how her flesh had crawled up into goosepimples! And that throbbing itch between her legs was worse, more concentrated, sapping the strength from her body. Her pussylips were swelling, the puffy edges becoming slick, while juice seeped up hot and bubbly and creamy. Janet closed her eyes again, trying to keep her mind on her daughter and niece. She should throw on a coat and rush outside looking for the girls. She should…
"Ohhhhh!"
Worse! It was getting worse every damned night! Janet had buried all those feelings about sex, or so she thought. Men wanted one only thing – to sneak up a girl's legs, slip their cocks into her cunt, then walk away before she could make them answer to what they'd done. That's what these maniacs were doing in her neighborhood. But at least they were honest about it. They only wanted to beat and fuck, then let the girl go. Men like Doug were hypocrites.
No, she wasn't going to go out and find another man like so many of her divorced friends were trying to do. She couldn't imagine herself sitting on a barstool, eyeing attractive men, acting like some overheated teenager when she was a woman of thirty-four.
"God!"
But still, what could she do about that itchy ache growing worse and worse with each passing second? Masturbate? She had done that several times, plowing her fingers through her cunthairs, digging her fingernails into her soft, moist pussymeat, rubbing her knuckles against her clit and trying to keep from making too much noise while her cunt shivered in climactic explosion. That had helped, had taken the edge off her sexuality.