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Jackie Granger stood behind the wing chair, nervously eyeing the clock above the fireplace, listening to the steady ticking that seemed to grow louder and more irritating with each passing second. It was difficult for her to be here, away from the familiar things of her house; here with her sister Evelyn, and Evelyn’s two daughters and one son.
Evelyn had meant well, inviting Jackie up here to the high chaparral country after Jackie’s marriage to Doug had fallen to pieces. Evelyn was trying to be a good sister, an understanding woman comforting the spurned wife. But little if anything could take away the terrible bitterness souring Jackie’s life. And the loneliness!
Even here, Jackie felt deserted, isolated from even her close sister! How could she tell Evelyn that all this comfort bored and irritated her! Worse — it made the moist, crawly feeling in her heated cunt seem more itchy and overwhelming than ever!
Jackie curled her fingers into the green brocade material, her knees braced against the back of the chair, trembling against one another. It wouldn’t be so awful if there were some reason for her horniness. But there it was, that sly feeling of sexual arousal, that throbbing itch that ached its way through her pussy, making her slick cunt-walls buckle now and then, while her clit began to rise slowly from the surrounding slick flesh. There was no way she could deal with this — not here, not in front of her sister and her nieces and nephews!
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.