Oma, in her quiet, unassuming way, has a secret. She loves the thrill of getting caught. Today, she's chosen the small, cramped bathroom off the kitchen, knowing the old pipes will creak and groan with her every move. She stands, her old bones popping as she shimmies out of her sensible skirt and panties. She sits on the toilet, the cold seat a shock to her bare skin. Her hands, stained with age spots and life's experiences, caress her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, before traveling down to her pussy. She's already wet, her fingers slipping inside easily. She pumps in and out, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her eyes closed, imagining it's someone else's hand, someone else's touch.