Whatever could be going on in the house, she had wondered and quietly moving through the house she made her way to the den where the sounds seemed to be coming from. The door was slightly ajar and peeping through the crack in the door, Marilyn saw, much to her horror her nephew Peter with his friend Seth Roberts hovering over Emmy Phillips' girl Jenny… the only problem was that Jenny's sweater was up and she was not wearing a bra. The boys were cupping the girl's swollen, nipple-peaked mounds eagerly, tweaking and teasing the nipples and causing the young girl to writhe and squirm in her seat.

Marilyn could hardly believe her eyes, Peter was only eleven and so was his friend Seth and Jenny Phillips wasn't more than thirteen years old. She had no idea that kids of that age did things like that. Then she gasped inwardly as her nephew leaned over the young girl and started to suck one of her swollen rigid nipples up into his eager mouth.

"Oooooooooh!" the young blonde girl moaned, her eyes almost popping out of her head as the boy licked hungrily at the tingling little bud as Seth continued to massage the other nakedly upthrust mound.

"When are you going to let us look at your pussy, Jenny," Peter urged.

"Another time," purred the young girl seductively, licking her lips sensually as the boys continued to play with her tits.

"How about now?" Seth grinned lewdly, giving her breast an extra hard tweak.

Suddenly Marilyn could bear it no longer and she coughed loudly, causing the young girl to thrust down her sweater quickly just before the older woman entered the den.

"What's going on here Peter," she inquired, looking earnestly into the guilt-stricken faces of the young children.

"Oh Aunt Marilyn, what a surprise," blushed Peter, looking down quickly at his shoes.

"I said, what's going on here," Marilyn said again firmly.