He saw the trim thighs, the long legs, slightly parted now, the undercurve of her tight ass. He saw the blue eyes, hooded with passion, the slackness of her red, full lips, the fine chiseling of her nose and chin.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered.

"Don't watch me like that, Logan," she moaned, turning her head to the side. "I feel obscene!"

She closed her legs. He stood beside the couch and reached down gently and slid his hand between them, running it high up between her soft inner thighs, pushing the skirt up to the triangle of her slick panties.

Her legs opened again as if under their own will. She knew her pussy was draining syrupy honey into the crotch of her panties, soaking them, leaving a dark, sticky streak on them that he could see and feel.

"Ohhhhh, God…" she gasped thickly, feeling her cunt-lips shudder with the touch of the tip of his finger.

"So ready," he whispered. "So hot and yearning and ready! Chris, how could you go so long without it!"

"Ohhhhh, don't-don't torture me, Logan! I feel so shameless like this! Do it!

Hurry and do it and get it over with!"

Her hips pumped up and down wantonly. They circled and shifted. She felt the give of the sofa cushion under her tight, round ass-cheeks, the heat steaming up from between her legs.

"You don't look shameless," he said. "You look like a Girl Scout, all green and yellow and pretty."

A peal of hiccuping laughter left her lips and made her shake all over. She put her arm over her eyes and gave him an affectionate oath. It was just the kind of thing Carl would have said.

Because her eyes were covered, she didn't see the way his prick pounded with quick urgency in his pants or the way his eyes shifted from her squirming body to the framed snapshot on the coffee table-the one of Robin in her bikini that was taken a year ago on her fourteenth birthday.

He undid his belt. He pushed down his pants. Chris heard the rustle of clothing and drew her arm away. She stared at the thrust of his big prick, the throbbing redness of it jutting from the snarl of blond pubes.