Sometimes he fondled them and kissed them on the cheek or the corner of their lips. Sometimes, under the pretext that they weren't getting up fast enough, he threw back the covers and forced them to jump out of bed, but not without rubbing a malicious breast through the light silk of a nightgown, or a nervous thigh or a charming pair of buttocks.

One evening after dinner, Armand asked Margie to type an article he had written for an art review.

: “We'll probably be at it a long time,” he said to Jackie. “So you might as well go to bed.”

But the young girl had no desire to sleep. After reading several pages of a book that seemed totally uninteresting to her, she decided to go join her uncle again.

When she reached the office whose door was half opened, she heard a little stifled laugh and then a few moans.

Intrigued, she moved closer on tiptoe.

Tightly embraced, Margie and Armand were masturbating each other.

The young woman, whose skirts were tucked up over her thighs, was abandoning herself to the agile finger which was agitating her cunt.

“Dear… oh!.. it's so good…!”

As she moaned, she placed her hand against his generously endowed prick and was fumbling with the buttons of his pants.

“Oh, you're so stiff… your rod is big…”

With her fingers, she encircled the solid stick which she knew so well how to manipulate.

“Do you like it?” she asked at times in a soft voice.

“Yes… and you, are you happy?”

“Very happy… you caress me very well… oh! again… you can feel what that does to me…”

CHAPTER TWO

Jackie saw the entire spectacle.

Her heart was pounding inside its fleshy cage. Her entire body stiffened in sudden contractions.

“Dear!” Margie panted, “dear… it feels so wonderful… oh!”