She hated doing it. She always told herself she hated sex, but she couldn't help rubbing herself off when she was too restless.
She always became so wet and messy and she hated having her pussy like that. Of course it was different when old Perkins was sucking her, because then she had the satisfaction of having him sucking her cuntjuice in his mouth. What a freaky old bastard he was, the way he sucked the slime out of her pussy.
Sometimes Neal was annoyed when he wanted to fuck her and he found her cunt dry. But she couldn't help it if she didn't like fucking. That was the way she was and he ought to know it by now.
Her fingers kept moving in her cunt. Her legs were spread wide apart, her right leg extended and her left leg raised and moved to the side. She could feel the sun on her open cunt. She kept her eyes closed. She never liked looking at her pussy when she did it. She disliked seeing the juice glistening on her fingers.
Suddenly she thought maybe the blinds weren't draw enough and maybe someone could see her.
But she was too tired to get up now. She was too close. She rubbed her cunt faster, one finger on the shaft of her clit. She told herself Neal would die of shock if he ever saw her like this.
Then she was coming. Oh God, it's here, oh God yes!
She quivered and moaned as she made it. She kept rubbing her cunt, her fingers working frantically in her pussy to finish it off. Her legs opened and closed, and then at the end she groaned again and closed her legs on her hand and went limp.
After a few moments she tossed the blouse away and she walked naked to the bathroom adjoining the master bedroom. She stood there in front of the mirror and sighed as she looked at herself. Hello, Myrna, you're not so happy, are you? She gazed at her tits. Neal was crazy about her nipples because they were so long. He always said she had the most beautiful nipples he'd ever seen. She liked her tits, but she hated it when Neal got turned on. When he got turned on, he always wanted to fuck her and that was what she hated.