"Even more beautiful than my daughter?" she teased, running the tip of her tongue over her lips.

"Well," he said, smiling, "it would be a close contest, Janet. You're both so beautiful – it almost hurts a guy."

"Are you flirting with me?" she arched her eyebrows. "Compliments like that, you know, will get you anything you want."

Now it was Jack's turn to ask: "What's that supposed to mean?"

Janet's body trembled with strong desire. She could not keep this silly game up. Already, her cunt was quivering inside her panties. Her skirt clung to her thighs, outlining them.

"What would you like for it to mean, baby?" she replied in a low, throaty voice.

"Baby, huh?" he said, his own voice thick now.

"Yes, baby," she whispered, draping her arms over the fence.

She glanced down at the front of Jack's pants and giggled to herself when she saw his cock was hard. Deliberately, she swung her hand down over the fence, the back of it brushing against his cock. She heard his breath suck in with surprise.

"Baby," she whispered again, gazing directly into his eyes. She saw the hot desire on his face, and again licked her tongue over her lips. "Baby, baby, baby."

"Damn!" he grunted as she pressed the back of her hand tighter against his cock.

Janet felt Jack's prick jerking against the back of her hand, and her cunt lips swelled, became puffy and seeped with slippery wetness. Her clit seemed too large and swollen – too sensitive inside her panties. Deliberately, she turned her hand and squeezed his cock.

"Damn!" Jack grunted again, his voice so thick, the word was mumbled.

"Your prick's awfully hard, Jack," she whispered, still looking into his eyes. "It feels nice. Why don't you stick your cock through the fence for me?"

"What?" he babbled, looking around to see if they were being observed. His parents weren't home, and there was a high fence on the other side of her back yard. No one could see them. She understood his hesitation. Her hand squeezed his hard cock, making him groan in pleasure.