She felt his answering throbs. She felt his cock dance at the back of her cunt.

She heard his hoarse cough and then felt the driving plunge of his hips against hers as he ground down on top of her twat and poured his steaming load into her cunt.

"Ahhhhhhhgh!" he yelled throatily, his head turned.

His cock bucked and jerked inside her tight pussy. His sperm boiled up through the tube of his prick and splashed against her pussy walls, foaming and bubbling.

His eyes were open. He stared towards the table. The picture was there-the picture of Robin. Her body was golden tan from the sun. Her yellow hair was like a cloud of silk about her young, pretty face.

She was running along the beach towards the camera in her white bikini, laughter playing at her lips, her tits in the midst of a bouncing, jiggling arc, her legs spread in the frozen act of running.

Between them, right where her crotch curved under her torso, there was a faint indentation that outlined the lips of her puffy, silky twat and indicated the center of ripe pinkness that lay just under the covering of white fabric.

That was where he stared.

His prick spat and spat into her mother's hungry cunt until the hole was flooded and overflowing with his slippery sperm.

Chapter 2

"Robin-my God! We shouldn't… oh, Jesus, Robin, we shouldn't be standing here watching them!" Pete gasped.

He stood behind her, moaning and moving his bare feet up and down in the warm, dry sand at the side of the house. Yet, he continued to stare over her shoulder and press up against her back and watch Logan Gorman eat and lick at her mother's dripping, spread cunt.

Robin shivered all over, feeling sexual thrills chase through her young body.

With each lap of Logan's tongue, she felt her own pussy twitch and quiver.

She also felt a sense of disgust with Pete. That was just the kind of thing she'd have expected him to say at a time like this.