"I like being watched."

Janey smiled, her fingers still working hard down in her polkadot panties. "I like being watched alot." Amanda had been right. Of course she knew she could be seen through the window. She closed her eyes and went back to her pleasure, not caring at all that Jeffrey was standing over her.

This close, the watching was even better. The young girl's flawless flesh was unfathomable. It was slick with sweat and smooth, every inch of it, from her jiggling tits down to her tight twat, still hidden inside her underwear.

But Jeffrey hadn't come down here just to watch and it was time to do something about that obstructing underwear. He quickly knelt himself between her spread knees, leaned down and placed his hands on the sides of her panties, curling his fingers under them to get a grip. His skin was on her skin now... fingers on hip. He felt like he was going to explode. He hoped his wife was enjoying things so far.

Janey pulled her wet fingers from her snatch and placed them on Jeffrey's, momentarily stopping him. "What are you doing?" She asked, not exactly alarmed, but not thrilled either.

"I didn't come here to just watch." Jeffrey said, feeling like a predator... but kinda loving it.

"What makes you think I'm okay with that?" Janey said, sounding more like a tease than a protest. "Maybe I only like being watched."

"Oh, you're still being watched." Jeffrey quickly answered, eager to get things going, his cock still throbbing.

Janey looked up at the window. Jeffrey was pretty sure she couldn't see through it, so she'd have to take his word for it. But still, it was hot knowing that she'd definitely been performing for that window this whole time.

She let go of his hands pensively. The fact that she seemed uncertain about it, only made Jeffrey hornier (if that was possible). He pulled on her panties, sliding them down her thighs. She curled in her knees, giving him a pathway down her long, shapely, young legs to pull them off entirely.

Then there it was, her fresh, dewey, bald pussy. Beautiful. Amazing. Eager. He took his left hand, curled his index and pinky finger, then slowly, dramatically, pushed his middle and ring finger inside her, deeper, deeper, until even his wedding ring was inside the girl. As he penetrated her she took in a deep breath, and let out a shaky breath, full of desire.

As he began to slowly pump his fingers inside her, her eyes changed from uncertain, stranger eyes, to desiring, lustful eyes. That was easy, he thought.

"Is it the pretty redhead who lives with you?" She asked.

"It is."

"Who is she?"

"She's my wife." Jeffrey answered, marveling at Janey's writhing body. It had been so long since he'd fucked someone her age (not since he was that age). He never expected to again, and certainly not at the request of his own wife.

"Your wife is naughty." Janey said, breathing even heavier as Jeffrey's pumping fingers moved faster.

"You made her that way." Jeffrey smiled.

"No..." Janey paused to take a deep breath. But the word 'no' didn't make Jeffrey slow down. In fact it made him finger fuck her harder. Then she finished her thought. "Naughty girls have always been... naughty. She was probably just.... keeping it a secret."

Jeffrey shook his head. How dare she presume to know about his wife's nature. "What she really wants is to watch me fuck you."

Janey's expression shifted, suddenly looking almost angry, outraged even. "Then why aren't you fucking me?"

Faster than he'd ever moved before, Jeffrey pulled his hand out of the girl, undid his belt, button, and zipper, pulled his pants down, his wet fingers streaking pussy juice along his flesh as he scrambled to get his pants and boxers down to his knees. His cock popped out like it was spring-loaded.

There was no time to consider how strange it was to be doing this in the middle of a yard, in the middle of the day. He scooted forward, held his manhood up to Janey's accepting snatch. The girl stared intently as the tip slowly penetrated her.

And it was all ruined by the sound of a car door.

Janey pulled away with alarm. "FUCK! Is my mom home already? FUCK!" She moved to get up but Jeffrey reached over and grabbed her wrist. Her head swung back toward him. "You gotta let me go mister. My mom doesn't know I do this."

Could that be possible? Is it possible that Jill doesn't know Janey is doing this, and Janey also clearly doesn't know that her mom is doing the same thing? Well fuck, today Jeffrey learned that the woman in his life is nastier than he could have ever imagined. Maybe it's time for Jill and Janey to learn the same thing.

"Please!" She struggled to break free from his grip, but wasn't strong enough. "I'll do whatever you and your wife want. Just let me go!"