Anna rounded the corner before her street. It was only 3:15, but she had finished work early. She claimed to be feeling unwell – something she ate, maybe – and her boss had sent her home. The truth was she was unbearably horny. Since her husband left 3 years ago, the only satisfaction she got was from the 8-inch vibrator she kept in her bedstand. Her fingers circled her clit through her panties as her house came into view...