She wondered if her mother was a cocksucker?

She would love to see her mother sucking on her father's huge cock – or any other cock, for that matter.

A bizarre idea came to her.

She imagined slipping into her father's bed in a darkened room, pretending that she was her mother – going down on him and sucking him off and then slipping out of the room so that he never realized that he had been sucked by his daughter, instead of his wife.

That was one of the most exciting fantasies that Belinda had ever had. She cupped her crotch, feeling the heat come through the denim of her shorts and feeling that rough material dampen with cunt juice.

She decided that she had better give herself a handjob before she went to the Jenkins house – but then she thought better of it. She had finger-fucked herself so often in her own room that she was bored with the setting.

She would wait until she got there.

It would be more exciting to finger-fuck herself in another bedroom.

Maybe, she would look through Mrs. Jenkins' dresser drawers – maybe she could find a vibrator or a dildo or something. Mrs. Jenkins was a sexy-looking woman and it did not seem unlikely that she might have such a device.

Afterwards, she would phone Tommy.

Belinda had made her plans for the evening.

And it turned out even better than she had planned.

CHAPTER THREE

When Belinda thought that Mrs. Jenkins was the sort of woman who might have a vibrator or dildo, she didn't know the half of it, for Amanda Jenkins was a very sexy woman, indeed – as her husband, James, was thinking while he watched her getting dressed for the evening.

They were going to a party.

Belinda had not arrived yet – it was still early – but Amanda had started getting ready in plenty of time. James had finished shaving and come out of the bathroom wearing only his shorts. He paused and looked at his wife appreciatively. She was, sitting on the edge of the bed, putting her stockings on. Except for her black garter belt she was naked.