Something about Janice drew Susan, and she watched the girl with interest. Susan was not really surprised to find a growing tingle in her pussy as she looked at Janice. Being of an erotic nature, she was very familiar with her own desires. Unlike Janice, Susan had many opportunities to fuck, and she did.

Somehow, Susan could tell that this was an erotic little female. She watched Janice as she entered the shrubbery, and knew right away what the girl had in mind. She followed quietly and peered through the shrubs as the youngster began to rub her cunt against the tree. Her dark eyes sparkled with pleasure as she watched, her thrusting, round tits moving up and down as she breathed with excitement. She felt an almost overpowering desire to go to the girl, pet and fondle her – feel her hot little cunt and her sweet, small tits.

As she watched, her own pussy became very hot and moist, her legs weak. She wanted to kneel down because her legs felt so wobbly, but she was wearing a dress and was afraid to snag her nylons. She could hear the girl whispering the words, see the way she hugged the tree, grinding her cunt against it.

"Oooo, golly, golly," Janice whimpered. "I want a cock up my cunt! I want to get fucked! My pussy is so fucking hot for a hard cock!"

Janice was hot, very hot.

Oddly, Susan thought immediately about her son, Stevie. He was the same age as this sweet little girl, and Susan felt excited as a picture formed in her mind of her son thrusting his cock into this hot little girl's cunt. That made her pussy burn even more, and she could not resist shoving a hand under her skirt and cupping her own pussy and squeezing her juicy cunt-lips.

Janice was close to coming, and Susan, without actually realizing it, had stepped from the bushes and stood next to her, looking down at her with huge, smoldering eyes. Janice was so absorbed in the marvelous sensations in her cunt, she failed to notice anyone with her.