Chapter 8

As she looked at the picture, she began to think about that night with Hayden. It was a simpler time. It was her first time in a long time that she allowed herself to think about it. The more she thought, the more the more her folds began to tingle. "Whoa girl, slow down," she mumbled.

Abigail had finished off the bottle, and she realised she was drunk. It had been a long time since that, too. She decided she needed to go to bed. As she began to undress, she looked at herself in the mirror. Clad in a white satin bra and panties, she checked herself out. "Not bad." With that, she turned, swaying her ass. "Not bad."

She turned back. She cupped her breasts and felt a tingle. Something she hadn't felt in years. She began to caress them, and again she thought back to that night. Her nipples puckered up as she pulled on them. She suddenly wanted more. She slid one hand between her thighs. Heat radiated from beneath her panties, beckoning for her attention. She brushed her fingers over the sm