Her mind almost blotted out the guilt that welled parallel to her rising lust as she wormed her middle finger slowly up into the resisting tightness of her desire-heated pussy. She knew there was no way to stop herself now. She would never get to sleep if she didn't do something to quell her consuming lust. Moaning distantly she burrowed her middle finger deeper, her thumb rubbing swiftly at the hotly throbbing bud of her clitoris as she arched her hips even higher and sank her finger to the last knuckle into her moistly parting cuntal flesh. Then with an even more insane whimper she surrendered completely to her obscene longing and began a lewdly writhing undulation of her body on the bed, finger-fucking with smooth even strokes in and out of the tightly caressing lips of her cunt.

A stream of desperate moans and pleadings issued from Marilyn's throat as she began to finger-fuck herself in earnest. Her eyes and teeth clenched and she thrashed her body savagely from the obscene lust of passion that consumed her. Grunts of salacious pleasure spewed from her lips and her fingers darting swiftly in and out of her tightly trembling pussy-lips, her thumb working with maddening effect on the pulsating bud of her clitoris.

Her face flushed and she broke out in a shining coat of perspiration as the love-starved widow strained for the still distant orgasm, groaning in lustful frustration and worming her finger even more rapidly in and out of the quivering warmth of her pussy. She tossed her head from side to side, whipping her long black curly hair undone from the confines of the bobby pins that were holding it up on the top of her head. Then she lifted her head up from the couch, gazing in shock down between the trembling mounds of her naked breasts and deriving a lewd thrill at the perverse sight of her own hand moving eagerly up and down between her widely scissoring thighs.