The soft pink walls parted unhesitantly as his outstretched rigid finger slipped into the warmly clasping tunnel, and he could feel the fleshy passage open hungrily as he probed it deeply with his finger.

"That feel good?" he asked, sure of himself now.

Margaret tried to reply, but as her lips parted to speak, Roger sadistically squirmed a second stiffened finger into her constrictive passage, burying it up to the last joint in the warm juicy depths of her cunt. Only a muffled cry of pain and pleasure came hoarsely from her throat.

"Well, like it or not?" he teased again, grinning down at her between pearly white teeth accentuated by his bushy black mustache and flashing chocolate eyes. He wiggled his two fingers deep inside her hot, softly-layered flesh.

"God, oh, yaaaa!"

Roger's ravishing finger slipped from her pussy wetly clasping grip, and he tantalizingly dragged his fingertip along her warm slit until he found the throbbing little bulb of her clitoris. Using just his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed the incredibly sensitive nerve-ending as the sex-hungry widow moaned and squirmed beside him on the sofa. Back and forth, as if playing with a marble, he rolled the pulsing little nodule, and Margaret gasped and choked for air as rippling waves of undiluted passion and ecstasy swept over her shamelessly aroused body.

As her naked pelvis ground upward tightly against his palm, Roger continued his maddening assault on her loins, twisting and pulling on her hardened pink clitoris until she moaned and cried out loudly from the delightful agonies of his skillful fondling.

"Don't stop, please… Don't stop!" she screamed between hissing teeth, her shrill words reverberating above the roar of the baseball fans on television.