“Impossible… imagine that we are alone, all three of us in the apartment. There are no cats or dogs… and since I don't believe in ghosts, someone must have overturned that pot. Margie and I were in the office. Thus you alone were capable of having committed this act.”

Jackie no longer knew what to say. Stupidly, she assured him that she hadn't left her room.

“And I,” declared Armand, “I am certain that, tired of being alone, you felt a desire to come join us. Seeing that we were very busy, you didn't want to bother us. As you ran away, when you saw Margie about to go out, you revealed your presence.”

He approached the young girl, who seemed plunged in a veritable torpor, and grabbed her by the shoulders.

And, with a slightly vulgar smile, said:

“So, my pet, did you like the spectacle?”

Her throat was dry and Jackie didn't feel she had the strength to utter the slightest word.

“Yes, I'm certain that you must have had an excellent time. Anyway, it will be easy for me to find out.”

Without his niece having time to react, he plunged his hand under her skirt and immediately reached the point between her legs.

“You little devil,” he murmured. “Your pants are all wet. Your pussy must be in quite a state.”

In order to be certain, he pulled her panties down and slid his finger between her lips. They were trembling with emotion.

Then he began to tickle her clitoris.

This caress completed the devastation of the young girl's senses. With his free hand, Armand had unbuttoned his pants and taken out his imposing tool.

Jackie couldn't stop herself from grabbing the stiff rod. She held the cock she had seen going in between Margie's thighs!

How long it was!

How thick it was!

How hard it was!

How good it was to touch it. How she loved to feel its male power. What a desire she had to fondle it.