She fingers herself thinking about me.

I got down on my hands and knees in front of Sharon, stuck my face into her smooth, slick snatch, and started lapping at her like a thirsty cat. I focused on her clit, which was still engorged from my last session with Sharon, and gave it good thirty seconds of attention. I just wanted to get Sharon?s attention, not push her over the edge.

Returning to the closet, I restarted time. Sharon?s knees buckled, and she had to reach out and grab the dresser to keep from falling. The photo fell to the floor, face down. She looked as stunned as before, and I could hear her mutter to herself, ?What the fuck??

She stood there, leaning against the dresser for a little while, and then squatted down to retrieve the photograph. I waited until she had turned the picture face up, and stopped time again.

This time Sharon was frozen halfway between squatting and standing. Her ass was sticking out, and her breasts were hanging down. I came up behind her and stuck my face in her ass, and slipped my tongue into her pussy. Then I pushed two fingers into Sharon, and vigorously finger-fucked her from behind. Finally I reached around Sharon and played with her nipples.

I returned to the closet and restarted time again. Sharon shuddered and fell back down to her knees on the floor. She just sat there for a few moments panting, with her eyes closed. She placed the photo on the floor in front of her, face up, her eyes still closed.

Sharon cupped her breasts in both hands and tweaked her hard nipples. Then she slowly slid one hand down her chest, over her stomach, across her landing strip, and onto her pussy. She pushed her outer lips apart, coated two fingers in her moisture, and started fingering her clit. Every now and then she slipped a couple of fingers inside herself, thrusting in and out before returning to work her clit.

Her body writhed and twitched in time with her fingers. Her hips and ass bounced up and down, driving her clit into her wriggling fingers. Then she fell forward, with her face down on the rug, her ass high in the air, one hand on her tits and one still flying over her pussy. Sharon?s breathing grew rapid and shallow, and her ass cheeks started to clench.

When I saw Sharon open her eyes to look at the picture of me on the carpet next to her head, I stopped time. Watching Sharon masturbate to thoughts of me had gotten me hard as a rock again, and I needed some relief.