Sylvia heard the sound of the ball wrecking the window. She was completly oblivious to the fact taht her children were afraid of her reaction. She hated this place, and would love to congratulate whoever started to tear it down. It was very funny to see her son running to see what was the problem. Well if his priority was to see who did that, she didn’t mind.  Herself wanted to do it too, but then she had a better idea.<br/><br/>Alone in the small reading room, she could at least have what she craved before. Her white panties were quickly removed. A sizable wet spot was visible on them. Oh god I need this so much, she said to herself.<br/><br/>She put her book on her legs so that if someone entered she would a least try to hide herself. Her fingers soon applied themselves to give some relief to her aching crotch. It was not enough and she knew it, but that was still very agreeable to caress herself. But she did it slowly, to be able to contain the moans and cries she wanted to shout. She couldn’t wait for her husband’s return.