Suddenly the blonde shook her head violently, trying to shake herself free of the lusty thoughts and feelings that were rapidly taking over her senses. It seemed wrong to be spying on her best friend like this, no matter what kind of depravity her friend was indulging in.

But her moral qualms were only intellectual responses to the situation. Her physical responses were stronger and more compelling. Her cunt was throbbing under her nightclothes. Her whole body was shaking at the sheer lurid idea of seducing a teenager.

Jean could almost sense the exultant power Eileen was feeling as the older woman straddled her teen lover's loins and slowly wiggled her pussy down onto his upthrusting cock.

"Uuuuuuhhh!" Eileen's cries of pleasure sent hot jabs of sympathetic arousal throughout the watching blonde's belly. She felt her cunt-walls spasm as though to try to grab hold of the young cock that wasn't there. Jean was a woman with a powerful sex drive. Living with Todd had forced her to try to pace herself. She tried not to jack off too often. She didn't want to become a pervert.

The other night she had given herself a resounding orgasm by fingerfucking herself in the ass. She had been awed then by the force of her own depraved need. She had vowed she would not masturbate again for at least a week. But watching Eileen was making her so hot. Her cunt was crying for cock. Because she had no cock to give it, she could only offer the next best thing: her finger!

As Eileen rode up and clown the stiff shaft of the moaning teen's cock, Jean pulled up her night clothes and reached for the swollen button of her clitoris. The first contact of finger against the sensitized nubbin made Jean's knees begin to buckle. She grabbed at the windowsill for support, horrified that she might fall down and give away her presence outside the lovers window.