When she finally opened her eyes, Sharon realized she had twisted herself half into the bushes. Small, prickly branches scratched her face and arms. She lay there, a weak smile on her face as a comforting glow washed over her flesh. And then Sharon realized what had happened, what she had witnessed through that window!

"Ohh… my… God!" she moaned.

Moving was so painful, almost against her will as she tucked one leg under her ass and drew herself up against the house.

"Enjoyed it, didn't you, Jan? Yeah, you liked havin' me play rough with you. Figured you would."

He was still talking. Sharon drew one hand over her mouth, closing her eyes and inhaling the cool outside air slowly to settle her nerves. She still felt her cunt shuddering with excitement as she stole up to the window and peered once more into her mother's bedroom. Hank was bending over her, undoing the double knot that fastened her legs to her arms. The jockstrap had been pulled from her mouth, tangles of her damp hair still clinging to her cheeks and forehead.

"Don't ever come back here again," Janice said, her wrists finally untied. The woman rubbed them together, a look of pain on her face. "Don't ever come back here again to me. I never should have… have encouraged you in the first place. You're a married man with a family. I…"

"Shaddup that crap about me and my old lady and son," he snarled. "What the shit you know about that kinda crap, havin' that little cunt in tow all the time? The way she suns herself out there wearin' hardly anything on, it's a surprise my kid ain't raped her already. Tommy's her age and he's already sniffin' up skirts. You better keep her under wraps, you don't want her fucked by me or the kid. And as for you…"