Arlette shrugged at her mother's sudden announcement, saying she would fix something for both of them for a late dinner. In a way, she was glad for the absence. Something had happened the afternoon she had left her mother, she was sure of it. The way Monica acted, Arlette was certain that Jack had been there once more, fucking her mother. As the front door slammed, the girl stretched her legs over the coffee table, staring at their fullfleshed whiteness, wondering if Jack would enjoy taking her to bed! Yes, she was certain he would. He was a horny man, a big man, a man who enjoyed beautiful, vulnerable things, exactly what Arlette felt she was. "Oooohhhhhhh…"

Closing her eyes, the girl lightly traced her fingernails up and down her bare thighs. Just that light touch sent shivers of delight racing straight for her clit! Arlette tensed her thigh and ass muscles, rubbing her heels over the coffee table. Yes, just the thought of that big man bent over her mother, whipping the blonde with his belt while driving his cock into her cunt made Arlette whimper through her nostrils with excitement.

"Ohhhh… Jack," the teenager sighed. She could see the ropes now, could see the pantyhose cutting her mother's flesh while he drilled her pussy, his fat, high-riding balls slapping noisily against her asscheeks. How Monica had twisted and moaned, squealing with unspeakable delight with each forward driving, clit-splintering move of his prick. There was the sound of her mother's car backing from the drive, then squealing forward on the street heading toward Santa Monica Boulevard. Was she really going to the Galieria Shopping Mall, or was she heading for a secret rendezvous with Jack?

"Damn!"

Arlette curled her fingers into two tight fists, pressing them against her thighs. She felt left out, abandoned by those two. She was a mature woman… or nearly so. Why didn't Jack come on to her? Why didn't he take her in his arms, throw her to the bed and… and… do things to her.