Gail has a horny day
Her left hand moved down between her legs and her middle finger stroked her pussy lips. She often played with herself while looking in the mirror, either standing up, or laying on her bed. She imagined it was somebody else's fingers making her wet. As her finger pushed slowly inside she heard her phone ring. "Shit" she said, walking over to her dressing table and picking it up. It was the will-writing company that she'd contacted a few days ago to make an appointment. Gerry, the rep, would...