"Well, don't mind me," she said. "I'm just going to get dressed."

And, without the slightest hesitation, the red-haired beauty dropped her nightie and stood naked.

Jeff gulped.

Beads of seat popped out like drops of mercury on his forehead and he could feel a few drops of pre-cum, like mercury, too, dampen his forehead.

His cock was getting really excited now. His prick felt as hard as his screwdriver, and his balls were starting to pump like a blacksmith's bellows.

He gave the screw a final turn and then turned, himself, to gape at her. Jenny was sitting on the edge of the bed, rolling a nylon stocking up her lush thigh to attach it to a sexy black gaiter belt.

She was a real redhead, all right. Her vee was a jungle of curls like a burning bush. Jeff was both embarrassed and fascinated. He couldn't help but stare at those delectable tits, capped by rosy, swollen tips. Then, as she raised her knee to fasten the straps, he was rewarded by a glimpse of her cunt, all open and juicy.

"Ahhhh I'm done," he croaked.

"Oh, good," she said. She got up, wearing just the one stocking and moved toward him.

Her fat tit brushed against Jeff's arm as she looked through the mirror.

"Oh, that's perfect," she said.

"Errr it's none of my business, lady, but I was wondering why you wanted those mirrors?"

She gave him a disarming smile.

"Why, to spy on my kids," she said. "Tommy is quite a young man and Belinda is a budding teenager, and I was interested to see if they've started masturbating yet."

Jeff's Adam's apple ran up his throat like a gong ringing a carnival bell.

"You you want to stop them from practicing self-abuse, huh?" he croaked.

"Why, no, silly man," she giggled. "Frigging off is natural and healthy."