What got into me, she asked herself in her mind. I’ve got to get a hold on myself or I’m going to mess up good. She moved around the kitchen, taking containers of leftovers from the refrigerator and combining them to make soup for her lunch. I’ve got a date with James this evening. That’ll make everything all right. When I’m with him everything seems to go so well. He’s got a good, big cock, too.
Betty heated her soup and poured it into a bowl, took crackers from the cabinet and sat down at the kitchen table to eat. Her thoughts started roaming again. When the kids are with William I feel so lonely, she thought. What can I do to shake this feeling? Every other weekend it’s the same, I’m alone and I don’t know what to do.
She got up and poured herself a glass of Coke. Why can’t I get interested in something the way other women do? I could take up ceramics or something, but I don’t care for that kind of stuff. I guess the only thing I’m really interested in is making my pussy come.
Betty put her dirty dishes in the dishwasher and walked through the house, looking for something to do to take her mind off her loneliness. Once again she walked upstairs. In Joan’s room she picked up dirty underwear and carried it to the clothes basket in Billy’s room she picked up a golf ball and put it on his dresser with his ping-pong balls, then went to her own room.
I’ve got to do something, she thought. I could take up exercising but, God knows, I’m thin enough. She went to the full length mirror on the bathroom door and dropped her robe to look at herself. Her dark blonde hair was only sparsely streaked with gray and looked frosted. Her face was pretty, her blue eyes sparkled and her skin was tanned. She decided she didn’t look a day over thirty, no, make that twenty-five.
She turned to the side and examined her body. Her breasts were full but firm and their thirty-eight inches stood out from her thin body as well as other women’s did when supported by a bra. Her body tapered in to a twenty-five inch waist and there were no wrinkles across her abdomen although she had had two children. Her hips were well rounded and her long thighs and legs tapered gently, no lumps or broken veins were to be seen.
I guess I could pass for twenty-five if I had to, she thought. There’s not another forty-one year old in town that can make that statement honestly. She ran her fingers through her dark brown cunt hair and smiled at her reflection. Still looking in the mirror she pressed her cunt lips open and looked at the thin, pink stripe that appeared in her curls. Suddenly she turned and ran out the door.
She went to the dresser in Billy’s room and grabbed a handful of ping-pong balls and went back to her room. She pulled a pillow from under the spread and carried it to the foot of the bed and sat down. She wadded up the pillow and propped it under her head as she leaned back. Facing the bathroom door she pulled her knees up and watched as her cunt lips opened by themselves. She took a ping-pong ball and placed it between the lips of her pussy. Watching herself in the mirror she pushed it in. She laughed and placed another ball in the grip of her cunt lips. It didn’t want to go in so she wet it in her mouth and popped it into her twat. One after another she wet the ping-pong balls and pushed them into her cunt until all four were lodged within her.