She wriggled her ass some more. No results. Desperately, she yanked off the top of her bikini and rubbed her bare tits against his chest. Her nipples were hard and stiff with lust. He had to be able to feel them even through his shin.

"Dick, honey, I'm so horny," she moaned.

"Uh-huh," Dick muttered.

His eyes were glued to the set, and a second later he cussed loudly as his team made some blunder. Molly might as well have been on Mars. He was that aware of her. She hopped off his lap and removed her bikini bottom, facing him stark naked.

This had to work. Molly was young and pretty, and she knew she had a fantastic little body. She leaned against his chair, waiting for him to notice her, and finally a commercial came on. Molly dipped down and kissed Dick on the mouth.

She wriggled her tongue between his lips and probed around, and she caressed his upper body. She rubbed her naked stiff-nippled tits against his chest. She felt excited as hell, and molten pussy juice leaked from her cunt and ran down her legs.

"Am I giving you any ideas, darling?" she purred.

"Honey," Dick said impatiently, "the game's on again, and I can't see around you."

Molly's patience snapped.

"Okay, fine, Dick!" she spat. "You watch your fuckin' game! I'm going for a walk!"

"Uh-huh," Dick muttered, already absorbed in the game again.

Molly marched back to the bedroom, seething with anger. What in hell was the matter with the man? Didn't he ever get horny any more? And what was she going to do? She adored Dick and didn't believe in cheating, but she was going to lose her sanity if she didn't get laid pretty soon.

She skidded to a halt before the dresser mirror and studied her reflection. She saw a very pretty petite woman in her twenties with great legs, tiny waist, and full thrusting tits. She saw a perfect complexion, long raven-black hair, and big brown eyes. Nothing there to turn a guy off.