In her own bed, Amanda had no such speculations.

Amanda always gave herself a hand-job in the morning, and it never dawned on her not to. She had drawn the sheet down so that she could see her naked body as she stroked and petted herself. She was in no hurry to come. She liked to linger over a leisurely caress, rather than claw herself to a furious orgasm. She rubbed her nipples until they stood up like little rockets ready to blast off, then she started working on her cunt, using only her fingertips, at first doing the preliminary work before she concentrated on coming.

It was just starting to feel very nice when she heard her father go down the hall to the bathroom.

He usually played golf on Saturday mornings, and Amanda supposed he was getting ready to go to the golf club. But a moment later he went back to his bedroom. He hadn't had time to shower and shave. Amanda thought about it and grinned impishly.

She figured that he had gone back to bed for a morning fuck.

The naughty little girl got up and moved to the wall, pressing her ear against it.

She could hear nothing.

In their old house in town, she had always been able to hear the bed groaning under them. She was disappointed. It was fun to finger-fuck herself to the rhythm of her parents' bed. It was the fault of that damned closet, she knew.

She wondered why a closet had been placed between the bedrooms. Then she had another thought. Maybe, from in the closet, she could hear things.

It was worth a try.

She pulled a dressing gown on and moved to the door. She went into the hall and then into the closet. She had only glanced in there, before, and she was surprised when she saw that there was a full-length mirror on both sides of the room. Why on earth would one want two mirrors in a closet?