Tom crawled into bed and lay on her side. Soon, she was casually groping herself. She knew a woman's body was generally more sensitive than a man's, but she wasn't prepared for just how much so.
As her hands idly stroked her immense boobs she fantasised about the nasty things that could happen to her ex-wife and the guy who took her away. Oh, how she hated that wife-stealing bastard, Graham.
Graham was tall, handsome and young, and a high-flyer in a marketing firm so he had money too. Her hand reached down between her legs as she imagined him penniless and ugly. Or deformed, or something. Yeah, a total freak, like me. Or just really unhappy. Like me also. Damn, I'd so love it if that bastard Graham and Pamela split up. Irreconsilable differences. That would rock...
Half asleep, Tom muttered words that no one but Naryanna heard, "I wish.....
