Alone and aroused, Tess Tickle's mind drifts to Sharon, her latest obsession. She imagines Sharon's hands on her body, her breath hot on Tess' ear. Tess's own hands roam, caressing her curves, pausing to tease her nipples. She slips a hand into her panties, finding her clit slick with need. Her strokes become frantic, mimicking the rhythm she wishes were set by Sharon's touch. She pictures Sharon's cock, hard and ready, and the thought sends her over the edge. Pre-cum beads at the tip of her own cock, a testament to her intense fantasy.