Resist. Slowly make your way to the basement.

After several long moments you releasing a shuddering breath as you manage to overcome the urge to beg Alma for more. Focusing on your anger to help take your mind off the burning ache in your pussy. With a hesitant step you start to make your way to the basement, however, as you make it to the door you hear a loud moan echo from the kitchen. You freeze praying that it had been your imagination. The loud groan that echoed a moment later proved that it hadn't been.

Not able to stand sounds or thought of your wife and former body having sex less then 10 feet from your position you bolt to the door and flee the house heading to the garage. Inside the garage you stop for moment trying to collect yourself. Gaining control of yourself now that you can no longer hear what is happening you push off and snagging a pair of flip flops that your former body used to wear, head to the bicycle you **** daughter to ride.

The bike which had seemed a good way to **** your daughter to exercise now seemed a significantly less brilliant idea as you stood there with no panties on and an aching, dripping pussy. Steeling yourself you mounted the bike.

Feeling the hard seat beneath you and releasing a wavering breath you waste no time as you settle yourself and start peddling. Within moments the seat is already slick with your juices.

Gritting your teeth you manage to keep any moans from escaping as each movement causes your pussy to shift around the seat. As you peddle you cant help but wish it was inside of you. Something this hard and thick would be able to satisfy you entirely unlike the toothbrush still in your sock.

You stop peddling as a thought strikes you. There where plenty of places where you could buy sex toys. Alma journal had detailed her use of toys before after all it had even mentioned a couple of places she had gone to where they had helped her scratch the itch. The bike coasts to a stop barely a block away from your house. As you think about all the places you could go that would sell one your thoughts come to a halt. You had no money that thought managed to cut through some of the lust as you realized that you had no way to pay for one.

Pondering what to do you remembered that you had, after watching a show about robberies, hidden some money, and credit cards in the garage behind a fake outlet. Feeling a smile coming to your face you turned the bike around and started back with renewed vigor.