"Coffee?" Hank snorted. "I don't even like coffee."

"Be nice," Diane teased, sitting back down beside him. "My daughter is here, remember."

"That don't seem to make much difference to her," Hank pointed out.

"Pepper and I have a… an understanding," Diane said, running her hand up and down his muscular, tanned arm.

"So it seems." Hank looked at Pepper in a bold way. "Yes, I would say you do."

Diane was wearing tight, white shorts and a very skimpy halter. She was a tall, slim, curvy, beautiful woman of thirty-two. Her hair, like Pepper's, was a golden honey-blonde, but her eyes were a hot, deep blue. Like Pepper, she was well-tanned.

Pepper didn't want to leave right now. Yet, she felt – sensed – that she had interrupted something between her mother and this nice-looking man. She wondered if her mother was going to fuck him. If that was the case, Pepper wasn't going anywhere; she was going to stay and watch.

"Are you going to fuck him, Mother?" Pepper blurted.

"Pepper!"

Hank laughed, amused. "We were," he replied, taking Diane's hand and placing it on his cock. Diane tried to pull her hand away, but he held it there.

"Yes, that's just what we were about to do – fuck!"

"Hank!" Diane gasped, shooting a look at her daughter. She saw the gleam in Pepper's eyes, saw her pink tongue lick out over her moist lips, and she saw that Pepper was gazing with a burning interest between the man's legs. "Pepper, why don't you go play on the beach, darling?"

"I want to watch," Pepper said, her voice quivery. "I want to watch you fuck him!"