The afternoon smelled of rain, and Judy walked swiftly, knowing the clouds could win out at any moment. A stiff breeze tossed the strands of her yellowish-blonde hair, and pressed the front of her blouse into a form hugging shroud that emphasized the taut nipples of her small breasts. Hannah pushed the strands back with annoyance and crossed her arms under the bouncing boobs. In the three years since her return to her small hometown in the wheat-belt of Central Canada to teach dance - tap, ballet, and ballroom - she had experienced some frustrating moments. But today, she decided, took the cake. It was more than the minor problems that arose at the studio. It had something more to do with the burning ache in her cunt that had been building for some relief for her steamy pussy, if it meant finger-fucking herself again.