She glanced at the door, as if she could see through it.
Was she suspecting something?
Was it Michael outside, or was there a hint of anticipation she was reluctant to admit to herself?
After a moment, Betty took a deep breath, as if making a decision, and closed her eyes again.
Her hand slowly reached for the hem of her nightgown, pulling it up to reveal her panties.
On the other side, Michael immediately sat up straight, his face showing anticipation and excitement.
Michael had grown up and seemed to understand women better now.
It seemed he could almost predict or anticipate Betty's every move and action.
After lifting her skirt, Betty's hand slowly slid inside her panties.
Her delicate hand caressed her vulva, the site of her pleasure.
She was masturbating, starting on the very first day I was away from home.
I couldn't remember the last time Betty masturbated because I had never been able to satisfy her.