No but proceed with caution.

As you head back to the garage you decide to be cautious. Alma and your wife are most likely to busy screwing to notice your return but you didn't want to risk getting caught. You didn't know if you would be able to resist begging your former body to satisfy the ache in your drenched pussy.

Coasting into the garage you quickly dismount, stifling a groan as you feel the movement on your pussy. Putting the quick stand down leave the bike and head to the outlet being as quiet as you can. Unfortunately for you the outlet you had chosen so long ago was right next to the door into the house.

Squatting down near the outlet you stop as you feel your pussy spread slightly causing more juices to flow out of you. The bicycle seat had made sure that your nether lips and thighs were coated in your juices. Glancing down you see a long thin stream of your juices dangling from your exposed pussy.

Biting your lip to distract you from the sight and the persistent throbbing ache in your pussy you reach over and grab the key from where you had taped it beneath the door mat into the house. Quickly unlocking the outlet and pulling it out you see the cash and cards you had stored years ago.

Wasting no time you grab the contents of the false outlet and not bothering to lock it place the key inside the outlet as you close it. Standing up, doing your best to ignore the movement of your nether lips as you do so, you contemplate where you are going to put the loot.

Glancing down you are suddenly thankful that the top you had worn picked earlier was tight and that Alma had amble breasts. Walking over to your bicycle you stuff the cash and cards between your breasts. Feeling the fabric rub against your nipples sends a jolt of pleasure through your body.

Withdrawing your hand you quickly mount the bike again. As you settle down you cant help but let out a moan as the seat once again presses against your moist nether lips. Feeling a burst of panic through your system as you imagine being caught you begin peddling rapidly.

It is only when you are 2 blocks away that you slow down your heart beating wildly your body flush. Breathing deeply you start thinking, as much as you are able with your body yearning for someone else's touch, about where exactly you should go to relieve this itch. Alma's diary had, besides detailing her numerous exploits, mentioned the toys she had tried before and where she had gotten them. It had also mentioned a couple of places she had not been to but had heard of where the people there would gladly help her scratch the itch.