Later that afternoon, I m*********d to my imaginings of Aunt Lettie. It was bizarre that they would turn my body aflame, but that was exactly the effect. I was in my room, planning to take a rest, unaware of the powerful need that instantly appeared, taunting me as soon as my head hit the pillow. My p***y spasmed without my touch, and nearly orgasmed the instant I let my hands stray between my legs. I lifted my skirt and plunged my hand into my underwear, going straight for the bulging finger of flesh between my labia, rubbing myself frantically toward the happy edge of pleasure. It took just minutes to complete, but that single come was not enough. My cunt cried for more. I kept on, giving my ravenous body the attention it required. I tore away my clothes and writhed snakelike against the
