Now she would not be able to date him again – not openly. Having revealed his inclinations, how could she ever let her mother know that she was going out with Johnny?

She looked at her hand – the hand that had jacked him off and from which she had licked up his cum.

Lust welled in her pussy.

Joanne decided to go up to her room and give herself a long, leisurely hand-job while she thought about Johnny's cock.

Joanne had been masturbating for just over a year.

She was quite an innocent, inexperienced girl. She had never even done any heavy petting before she met Johnny Watson. His was the first erect cock that she had ever seen, let alone milked. But she had thought about such things as a great deal as she experimented with her hands and fingers and rubbed her sweet pussy to a froth.

She gave herself two or three hand-jobs a week, usually in bed, either before going to sleep or when she first woke up in the morning. Normally she didn't deliberately set out to finger-fuck herself. But this morning, inspired by her recollections, the girl really needed to come.

Smiling in expectation, she got up from the table and went upstairs. She had to go past her parents' room to get to hers and she was moving quietly, slightly embarrassed at her intentions. As she passed the closed door of her parents' room, she heard the bed groan, and she heard her mother and father panting.

She stopped dead.

Were they fucking?

The thought thrilled her.

She listened at the door. Then, flushed by lust, ashamed of herself but unable to resist the urge, the girl knelt down and placed her eye to the keyhole.

It was quite a sight.