Mrs Knox gets worked up.

As Mrs Knox stands there wearing only her underwear, you get a sneaky idea. With a devious grin you focus your thoughts on her. Still invisible, you can feel your mind reach out, spread down her body and spread warmly across her crotch. Suddenly, she sighs and buckles at the knees. She has to support herself with the sink as waves of sexual pleausre engulf her pussy. She staggers back to the toilet and sits on it, obviously out of control with arousal. Her white thong has a large wet patch on it, and you suspect that it did not come from the sink.

You direct your attention to her nipples, and Mrs Knox uncontollably grabs at her bra, sliding the straps from her shoulders and then her pert tits up and over the lacy top of the cups. Her nipples are erect, incredibly long and so dark that they are almost burgundy. She has little aureola to speak of. She grabs her tits and squeezes them hard, as if attempting to relieve sexual pressure by **** alone.

You turn your attention back to her pussy, and before you know it she has pulled her thong to one side and is frantically stroking her clit with her middle finger. Her hand is already sopping wet from her pussy juices, while her left hand is still on her tit, tugging the nipple, twisting it, and occasionally grabbing her whole tit hard, leaving hand prints across it. Your cock is now fulluy erect and pulsing in your trousers, so you undo your flies and take it out. You start to stroke it slowly as you watch Mrs Knox.

Mrs Knox pushes two fingers into her soaking cunt, making a satisfying squelching noise. She is moaning heavily now, anxious for a release. Her hand quickens in pace, occasionally stopping to stroke her g-spot. Each time she does this, she sighs loudly and then starts finger-fucking herself hard again. You start wanking harder now, entirely aroused by the scene. Mrs Knox's breaths start coming in short gasps, the pitch of each gasp geting higher and hgher until she suddnly holds her breath for a second, then screams. Her pussy juice is starting to trickle down her wrist, and she is twisting her nipple hard when she reaches her climax, her fingers buried in her cunt.

Mrs Knox sags on the toilet, then removes her fingers. There is a thin sheen of sweat on her body and the musty odour of female arousal in the room. Your cock begs for release, so you start to think of ways you can bring this about.