Marilyn had been widowed a couple of years now and during that time she had had one brief affair with a doctor, but since that time no man had entered her life. For a long time, it didn't bother her but she had noticed over the past few months that she was feeling hornier and hornier, it didn't take very much to make her body flare up in a passionate need that demanded satisfaction immediately. She sighed languidly now, leaning back on the couch, allowing her robe to fall slightly open to reveal the swollen mounds of her breasts and the rose-tipped nipples nestled on the top of them.
Marilyn gazed down at her body, allowing the robe to fall open enough to reveal her smooth belly and the provocative valley down between her parted thighs. She sucked in her breath now as she felt her flesh beginning to tingle with the wanton desire that she had been fighting for the past few months and almost unconsciously she trailed her hand down to the wide-set mounds of her breasts, slipping her fingers inside her robe and flicking them lightly over the pertly swollen buds of her nipples.
The beautiful widow sighed as she began to gently massage her breasts, then still without thinking of what she was doing she allowed her hand to trail down her smooth satin belly to the steadily pulsating mound of her pussy and to come into alarming contact with the little bud of her clitoris.
Suddenly the lust-contorted face of young Jenny Phillips sprang up in front of her and she knew now why it had disturbed her so much to see the boys playing with the young girl… it was her own desire that she had seen mirrored in the girl's face.