Helping Hand
Her labia opened up, with her inner lips lying down like butterfly wings.
Kat was a single mother of three girls. She was a forty-year-old divorced teacher. She had beautiful, thick, long red hair and a figure to die for. Her job and her girls kept her busy most of the time, so there was not much dating — in fact, none. It was when things got slow or when she lay in bed alone late at night that the loneliness hit her. She would slide her hand down her flat stomach, under her PJ bottoms and pant...
