What would Eileen think if she knew her visitor was spying on her, was playing with her clitoris as she watched her gyrate over her teen lover's cock? Would she hate her for not having the decency to acknowledge her presence, or to leave them in peaceful lust? Jean didn't want Eileen to know how low she had sunk this night… yet she could not bring herself to break away. She had to watch!

Jean had always known Eileen was a beautiful woman, with her long, lustrous black hair and her tiny, richly sculpted body. But she had never felt the compelling power of that beauty until just this minute. The way she wiggled her cunt down onto the teen's cock reminded Jean of some kind of serpent – a beautiful serpent that entangle its victims in its strong love tendrils. Her cries of passion were almost other-worldly. The wanton abandon with which she twisted her body this way and that was a strong erotic message. Jean could feel the contagion of Eileen's lust permeating the air around her. Her own body tinged, as if she had been touched by Eileen.

Yet Jean could not condemn her friend. She knew how far her own lust could take her, causing her to fingerfuck herself in the asshole just to experience a moment's forgetful release. Jean had had a "proper" relationship with a man, yet where had it gotten her? She was hurt and rejected by her own husband, forced to live thousands of miles from home just to try to recuperate from the awful disappointment she had suffered.

How could she blame Eileen for trying to grab hold of something that was young and untainted, that was purely for the enjoying? As she stoked her fingers in and out of her heated pussy, Jean could almost imagine herself doing the same thing, just to get rid of the frustration deep inside. She could almost feel that hard slender cock working in and out, in and out.