"Hhhhnnnhhh… ooohhhh…" Joan moaned almost silently. Afraid that she might give herself away if she stimulated her clitoris any further, Joan pulled her belly back from the wall. She concentrated on living her own pleasure through that of the young couple inside and through memories of her own teenaged passion. She watched the hard fleshy cock of the boy and the way it gleamed with its clinging coating of pussy-juice. She remembered the stiff cock of her ex-husband Fred when he had been only a boy like Billy was now.

She could almost feel that smooth girth splitting her cunt-lips wide. Her teeth gritted as she fought the urge to moan aloud and bury her fingers in her cunt. But the time had come when it no longer mattered if she was setting off a cannon on the front porch. The kids would not have heard it. They were living through their own explosion.

"God, Billy… My pussy feels sooo good-d-d! Ohhhhh… I think I'm… cummmmm-ing-g-g!"

"Me too, Ellen! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!"

Joan could almost imagine what it must feel like. The endless spurts of thick hot cum shooting deep into the girl's convulsing twat. The brunette had never wished so intensely that she could be young again. That it could be her on the receiving end of that lewd gushing spray.

CHAPTER TWO

At last Joan knew she could put off entering the house no longer.

She waited until the youngsters had rearranged their clothing and the girl had resumed her task of dusting the furniture. She recovered her duster from the same little heap that included her panties. The boy took a screwdriver to the kitchen door.

Joan nervously smoothed her dark hair that she had tied into a modest knot at the back of her head. She retrieved her purse and her suitcase from the bottom of the porch steps and entered the house.