It was a sunny summer afternoon, and Connie had come home from work two hours earlier than usual, something she seldom managed to do. On the way home she'd waved at Billy, on his way to swimming practice on his bike. Matt's car was in the driveway, and Connie had pulled in next to it, quietly closing her own car door so she could surprise him. Little did she know the surprise she herself was in for.

Stepping in the front door, Connie almost tripped over a newspaper sack half-filled with papers. Now what was that doing here? She pictured Trixie Smith, their cute little papergirl with the pigtails who always wore a baseball cap and went barefoot, a regular little tomboy, about a year younger than Billy.

Connie searched the downstairs, but she could find neither Sam nor anybody else. She was about to call out, starting to feel a touch of uneasiness, when she heard a squealing giggle come from upstairs.

The door of her bedroom was open and noises came from the room. Connie stood in the dimly lit hallway and peered in, stunned speechless and immobile by the action taking place on her very own bed.

Trixie Smith, completely naked, lay sprawled on the pink bedspread, her lips stretched around Sam's erect cock. Sam had straddled the girl's neck and was rubbing his ass against her erect nipples. He hadn't a stitch on either. Clothes were strewn all around the room. The afternoon sunlight blazed in the window, washing over the bed. A strong breeze blew in the window and across the room, bringing the aroma of teenaged cunt to Connie's nostrils.

Connie couldn't move, couldn't scream, couldn't do anything but watch.

"Like it, baby?" Sam asked as he wiggled his big cock in the young girl's mouth, working it between her thinly stretched lips.