Even though Pete was two years older than she was, being seventeen, he seemed sexually retarded or something. He never touched her. He didn't cup her tits or smooth his hand over her round, firm ass when he kissed her. Hell, he hardly had the courage to kiss her!

He loved her, he said. So much that he couldn't bring himself to do dirty things with her for fear of offending her, and he respected her too much to do to her what the other guys his age did to their girls.

For a long time, that had made Robin feel happy and very special. But lately, ever since Logan had been coming around to see her mother, Robin had begun to feel differently.

She'd begun wishing Pete would fondle her tits and squeeze her shivering ass-cheeks and finally pull out his stiff, throbbing cock and fuck her virginal pussy open with it.

Well, maybe he would now. Maybe by watching Logan lick at her mother's cunt, he'd get the idea and do it to hers.

"Ohhhhh, Pete!" she whispered quietly, excitement thrilling through her voice.

"Look at him eat Mom's cunt! God, I can't believe she's really letting him do it!"

"Boy, she's really letting him, all right," Pete gasped beside her ear. "And we know for sure that she's letting him, because we watched her slip her panties off by herself. She can't say he's raping her, by gosh!"

If she hadn't been so engrossed in the scene on the sofa, Robin would have turned around and hit him. He always thought of dumb things like that-the little things, missing the big, main points. He would notice that Logan still had his shirt on, instead of watching the head of the big, pulsing cock throb or the way her mother's clit strained and quivered from the top of her wet cleft.

"Ohhhh, his prick's so big, Pete! Look at it!" Robin gasped, her thighs squeezing tightly together around the bloated, tingling lips of her sweet pussy.