Meanwhile, Mr. Parker had returned to the house earlier than Vicki expected. Hoping all was according to plan, he quietly snuck inside. He let himself in by the kitchen door, being careful not to make enough noise to wake little Stephanie. He grinned in anticipation, praying that what he'd heard about the baby-sitter was true.

Noticing the silence, he crept out of the kitchen to find Vicki. Seeing a light, he tiptoed down the hall and peeked around the corner into the living room. His cock sprang to attention and he almost creamed right there. His ploy had worked.

There was that fine young baby-sitter, with her dress up and her smooth legs spread. One of his candles was sliding into the girl's cunt, to her obvious delight. On the couch was one of his own fuck books, which he had purposely left out in the hopes that she would find them. The things his friends had told him were true. The girl liked fuck books. He wondered if she wanted to get fucked by the real thing. His cock pulsed as he watched the young girl fuck herself with the candle.

Unaware of her audience, Vicki kept pistoning the candle into her cunt. She held her tight pussy-lips apart as the candle slipped and slid. When the whole thing had been worked inside, she began frigging her clit at the same time.

Her left hand massaged her clit. It circled around her tender pink cunt flesh, then rubbed back and forth across the sensitive nub. After gently gliding down her pussy slit, her fingers slid back up to her clit. She pinched it lightly between her fingers and thumb. She twisted her clit back and forth, then rubbed around and across it. Her back arched in pleasure, and her hips uncontrollably gyrated. Moans of lust came quicker as she was driven over the brink.

"Ooohhh! Oh – oh – oh – aaahhh! Uunnn! Unnnggghh!"