Amanda was a teenager now. She looked like her mother but, not so weight-conscious, she was softer and had more curves. She was nubile and bouncy.

Amanda was a virgin.

But she saw no benefit in virginity and it was a condition that she intended to alter very soon. It was simply a matter of being with the right man at the right time and in the right place. She thought about it a lot, especially while she was playing with her pussy. She had no particular lover in mind. Any boy would do, as long as he was reasonably presentable and had a big prick.

Amanda had inherited her sexual inclinations from her parents.

She knew that her mother and father fucked a lot. She had often heard their bed squeaking away, and not just at night. They fucked in the morning and the afternoon, as well.

She had never seen them at it, however.

Not yet.

When they moved into the new house, Charles and Laura decided to take one of the upstairs bedrooms for themselves, rather than use the master bedroom in which Arthur Campbell had been found, cock in hand, stiff as a board.

Amanda took the other guest room.

The closet was between them.

They had brought the maid with them.

Bonny was twenty years old and had worked for the Campbells for just over a year. She was a blonde girl, her hair curly under her little maid's cap. Laura insisted that Bonny wear a traditional uniform, a short black dress and a white apron. The outfit suited the girl well. It was molded to her curves in a provocative way. She was cheerful and she bounced and squirmed a lot. She wore stockings and a garter belt, rather than one-piece tights. This was at Charles' insistence. He hated tights, claiming that they made a woman's crotch look like that of a sexless doll.

Often, as Bonny stopped or bent over for one of her maidly tasks, the hem of her short uniform drew up and her black garter straps and black lace panties could be seen. Whether or not this fact had anything to do with Charles' insistence on those garments or not is a matter of conjecture.