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Carol Kern brushed her long black hair in front of the mirror. It was almost a year now since her husband, Phil, had left her and their daughter, Terri, alone, going off with someone he had just met. For the first six months she waited, hoping-praying-he would return. The past six months had been different, though. She had resigned herself to his never coming back. She had her daughter to consider and she was enjoying watching Terri begin to blossom into a woman. She looked at the picture of her young daughter on the dresser and smiled. She loved Terri very much, but something was missing in her life. Her hand automatically went to her crotch as she thought that being without a man-being denied the fruits of a close relationship-was beginning to take its toll on her frayed nerves.
She sighed aloud, her hand stroking her panty-clad crotch. The pussy juice flowed freely, soaking the crotch of her tight bikini panties. Breathing hard, she stumbled to the bed, hating the thought of bringing herself off, yet knowing that it was the only way to get through the long day ahead.
Carol fell to the bed, frantically pulling off her panties, her body aching for satisfaction. Once her panties were off, her finger groped inside her hot squishy pussy.
The doorbell rang.
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