A few days had pass and Miranda was laying on the couch bored from channel surfing on the tv while Vince was away at work, and she started thinking about what she had seen and how she was feeling so turned on by the fuck session that Vince and Sara had a few days ago.
Knowing that she was alone in the house today, she slid a hand down her stomach and to the lining of her shorts, rubbing her hand back and forth wishing that Vince was there doing things to her instead of her own hands.
Feeling her pussy ache with the thought of Vince touching her was driving her hand up and under the short lines and into her panties as she slid her hand, full palm over her wet, gushing pussy, teasing it.
As she slid her hand back to the top of her pussy, her middle finger slipped into her wet pussy and into her awaiting hole and then up to her clit where she held her fingers over it.
Miranda started to form circles on her clit, she pulled out her right breast with her right hand and moved it to her mouth as she started to lick and suck on her own nipple wishing Vince mouth were there doing it.
The Harder she sucked, the faster she rubbed her clit as her orgasm was building up for an explosive release from this taboo thought of Vince having his was with her body.
As her orgasms hit her with wave after wave of ecstasy, she screamed out Vince's name, wishing that he was also cumming in her as she was cumming at the same time driving the orgasm more.
Her had stopped rubbing her clit and her right hand removed from her breast as she just laid there in total bliss as she passed out with her right breast hanging out and legs wide open.
Miranda was awoken to the sound of keys going into the lock as she came to wake in a hurry and pull her shirt down and to sat up. As Vince walked into the house, he looked over at Miranda and smiled.