Chapter 1
Young Sally Jones stretched her long, slim legs out underneath the blanket to where the slight breeze wafted over them. Even though she was wearing her standard, little-girl pajamas of thin white cotton, she felt too warm. Her tight young cunt was throbbing from the need to be fucked, and the almost transparent fabric of her pajamas clung to her voluptuously budding young titties as moisture from her nervous perspiration seeped wetly down between her pussy lips below. Sleepy and yet excited by the possibility that Rusty would be sneaking over into her back yard to fuck her at any moment, she adjusted her pillow, propping it up behind her back by folding it in two, and then, with a quick gesture, brushed her long blonde hair from her eyes.
Sally wondered if her new play husband Rusty would come to the small playhouse before she had to sneak back into the house to her own room. She lay, naked beneath her pajamas, under the thin summer blanket on the foam rubber bed they had made for themselves. It was every bit as comfortable as Rusty had told her it would be when she had expressed doubts just prior to their pretend-marriage a few short months before. Yet Sally had to sigh deeply as she turned over, alone on the mattress. She had visualized a succession of erotic afternoons and secret nights with Rusty upon the soft foam of their new bed, but it just hadn't worked out. Not yet, anyway!
Her playhouse, in the back of her family's enormous yard, was hidden from the main house by an overgrowth of trees and shrubs. It was well past midnight and all the lights from her house and the neighborhood houses had gone out. Sally lay in almost complete darkness except for the barely visible flicker of the oil lamp on the table next to the door. It was the fourth night in a row that she had snuck out to the playhouse to wait for Rusty to come so they could fuck like real married people. Maybe he hadn't come because the last time had been such a terrible disappointment. He had fucked her little pussy so quickly and she hadn't cum at all! If only he had waited until she could catch up to the level of his excitement she could have cum too!
She could feel a small, excited tingling in the hot little hole up between her thighs, where soft, blonde, curling fuzz concealed the warm inner moisture of her expectantly waiting pussy. She wanted to reach her hand down there and finger-fuck herself, to bring to the surface the hidden excitement that pulsed desperately in the hot juicy walls of her cunt. But she resisted the temptation, even when she felt the hardened buds of her hugely billowing young titties protruding achingly against the soft cotton fabric of her pajamas, wanting to be touched, to be patted, to be sucked.
Rusty didn't even touch my titties the last time! she thought ruefully to herself. And yet she knew that her tits pleased him, even if she did have to wear dresses that hid the splendid upthrust of their huge curves from the other boys at school. It was only so that her titties would be more secret, more special for him! Sally had liked that, liked being a secret beauty for her secret young husband, and at night when she let down her long blonde hair from the pigtails she wore during the daytime at school, she felt all the more special and exciting ... like Farrah Fawcett or someone.
Even though they teased her about it in her classroom, she would only smile, knowing that her plain girlish daytime looks were only a game, a shield that would keep her charms intact for her darling new play husband to enjoy that night.
Well, that's all well and good, Sally thought to herself now, if he would only look at me again! The first few weeks of their marriage had been just as she had dreamed a real marriage ought to be. They had pretended that her tiny playhouse was their own real house and had tried to live as they thought a husband and wife should, and they had enjoyed their wild fucking sessions with, such relish that Sally had thought herself the luckiest girl in the world. But those days seemed to have disappeared, and sometimes Rusty was so sullen and little-boyish when he came to the playhouse now that Sally wondered what had made her think he would be a good play husband in the first place.
He always seemed so preoccupied, so cruel, even, that she had resigned herself the last few weeks to going to sleep at night without bothering to come to the playhouse as had been her habit when they had first decided to play house together.
Her shapely young body missed his hotly caressing touch, almost more than she missed the tender, sweet little things he used to say to her, and Sally couldn't help feeling bitter about it.
Suddenly she jumped up from the bed, her pale near-nakedness gleaming in the small dark room. The svelte lines of her voluptuously curved young hips and thighs moving gracefully, she went across the small room toward the table and the small oil lamp Rusty had taken from his father's garage. She turned up the light and blinked as it invaded her eyes, accustomed to the dark of the room. Then she began to search out the beautiful negligee that she had sneaked from her mother's closet-she had worn it the first time they had fucked, even though it was a little big for her, and Rusty had expressed nothing but admiration for the way she looked in it. Admiration that took the form of intense, yes, even violent fucking, far into the nights they had spent in the small playhouse at the end of her back yard.
Hurriedly, the teenaged beauty donned the frilly lavender negligee. There was little to it but a thin, sheer skirt connected to a tight, tit-hugging bra. But once the limp material was on, the elegant lace clinging sensuously to the warm softness of her full, billowing tits, it looked completely different. Sally looked at herself in the broken full length mirror on the inside of the playhouse door. It was true, she looked like a movie star in it, and it brought out every voluptuous curve of her body. The translucent lavender lace seemed almost nonexistent at the point where her large, pinkly round nipples peaked, and the twin circles of brown flesh were clearly visible, and enhanced by the surrounding laciness. The rest of it fell in soft folds that clung to her full hips and thighs in a manner that somehow filled the soft, fuzz-rimmed pussy with a greater mystery than if she had been completely naked. She moved ever so slightly, watching as the light scarlet that streaked the middle of the gown betrayed the glistening blonde fuzz of her pussy-for a moment you could see it, and then you couldn't. It was a sexy gown! Tonight, if Rusty came, he would not remain insensible to her charms! He would want to fuck her hot little pussy silly. Of that much she was certain-and determined.
Sally didn't know if she could face another day at school learning about adjectives and square roots without some kind of recompense, some kind of reminder from Rusty that she was still that very special person-that wonderful sexy woman.
She moved toward the small cabinet in the corner of the playhouse. Though she and Rusty were not legally allowed to drink, they had managed to sneak one of his parents' liquor bottles out of the house and into the playhouse. She and Rusty seldom drank out of the bottle, just kept it because it seemed more grownup, but tonight she would have a snifter of brandy waiting for him just as her mother did for her father. She would insist that he drink some, along with a cup of cocoa she had kept warm in her thermos. They would talk, and then they would fall happily into bed and each other's arms. Sally felt a thrill start at the base of her spine as she thought of it, and set the cups and glasses out on the table. She went back into the cabinet and took out the perfume that she had gotten for her latest birthday from her swinging uncle. It smelled so great, she thought, just like the honeysuckle outside her windows. She loved the smell, and she knew that Rusty did too. She placed a few drops of the honeysuckle scent behind each ear lobe, and then put a tiny bit between the warmth of her slightly trembling tits as she had often watched her mother do, then, wickedly, as an afterthought, she parted the long lavender gown which simply hung unbuttoned in luxurious folds that stemmed from the clasp at her sensuously curved tits, and placed a few drops on the inside of each whitely trembling thigh, so that when she rubbed her legs together, the scent of honeysuckle permeated her softly throbbing pussy.
Then there was not a moment more to prepare for his arrival. She could hear footsteps coming through the garden. It had to be Rusty. No one else in the neighborhood would be up at this hour of the night. Hurriedly she smoothed her long silken blonde hair and adjusted her revealing negligee. He simply could not refuse to fuck her tonight, she knew.
Rusty didn't have to finish turning the knob on the playhouse door. Suddenly the small door was opening for him and he realized that Sally had sneaked out of the house and waited for him to do likewise. He was happy about it. Tonight he felt like fucking her. The crap he had been catching recently was lifting, and he felt better about everything now.
"I don't know why I've been so grumpy," he was saying a while later, sitting on a box across from Sally at the small table. He sipped the hot chocolate, its heat filling him with well-being. The brandy made him feel a pleasant glow inside as he looked at the beautiful young girl who lived next door and with whom he had agreed to play husband and wife. That seemed to be the big thing at school these days and all the guys had an "old lady" they could fuck. Man, she was beautiful that night, he thought, his grey eyes gleaming with the seeds of desire that were rising inside his young balls. If any other kid at school were to see her like this, he would want to fuck her too. She's definitely a hot chick!
Sally blushed. Rusty was just staring at her nearly naked young tits, not saying anything, and she could tell that he wanted to fuck her senseless, that her plans were going to come to fruition, that in a very short time she would be squirming around beneath his hard naked body, feeling his huge throbbing cock fucking deep and hard into her hungrily devouring pussy.
Her heart fluttering, she returned his gaze. He looked so handsome to her, his thin face and smooth features sensitive and intelligent. His longish hair was dark and thick, and his deep blue eyes seemed to penetrate her to the very center of her soul.
I love him, she thought. I really do!
And she's all mine ... Rusty thought, his eyes falling to the huge white mounds of Sally's tits where they were covered by her seductively revealing negligee. She's all mine! he thought. To fuck as much as I want as long as we're flaying house together. Once more he thought of all the other kids at school who would give their right balls to get their hands on naked tits as creamy and smooth as he knew Sally's were beneath her gown, on a hot little cunt as ripe, fresh and tight as hers. And just this thought was enough to excite his cock all the more.
Things had not been going well for him at school and he was afraid of getting bad grades which would mean that he wouldn't have very much of a chance for a scholarship in college. He decided to keep this from Sally. No sense in bothering her unnecessarily. If he were to lose his A average, it wouldn't be the end of the world, but he did have some big plans for his and Sally's future when they really did marry, and without the scholarship he might not be able to make it as big as he wanted to in the business world. He already had a part time job but he might have to quit that if his grades didn't improve.
Ted Collins, Rusty's father, sensed Rusty's concern with his dropping grades, and resented Rusty's pretensions. "You'll never amount to anything in the business world if you can't even excel in Junior High School!" he'd told him more than once, when he had first noticed Rusty's grades slipping because Rusty had spent most of his time over in Sally's back yard and ignoring his school work.
But these little worries were far from the teenager's mind right now as he looked at his young neighbor and reminded himself that he had a lot to be thankful for.
"Ready for bed?" he asked. "You have to get up early and sneak back in the house before your parents wake up, you know!" He couldn't wait to get that thing off her and feel her naked tits and hot little pussy squirming around beneath his fingers.
"Yes," she giggled shyly, "you're right." Hastily Sally began to straighten up the small table and leave things where Rusty could find them when they had to get up and sneak back into their own houses. She hoped to make him enjoy playing house with her more by these small touches. She could feel his eyes on her voluptuous young tits and ass as she stood at the table, her back turned toward him, and she knew that he could see her soft, trembling asscheeks clearly through the sheer lavender material. She felt embarrassed, but pleased. In a few moments they would be fucking, body pressed to naked body in the soft foam rubber bed. She would let him know just how very much she had missed him. Oh, Rusty! she thought. God, I love you!
Rusty had already undressed and was waiting for her to get into bed. Sally hesitated. She was about to take off her gown, but she thought she would rather blow out the oil lamp first. She leaned over the table and blew out the flame, then in the comforting darkness began to undo the front of the lavender negligee. With a soft, swishing sound, the lacy nightgown fell to the floor. It had done its job, Sally thought, feeling the blood pounding at her temples.
"Wow, I'm tired! Basketball practice was mean today," Rusty exclaimed, settling himself noisily in the bed. But Sally was not fooled. Once she was there beside him he wouldn't be tired at all. She moved toward the bed and heard him covering his naked body with the lightweight summer blanket. Slowly, Sally climbed in next to him, hardly daring to breathe. She felt fragile, as though the least wrong move between them would ruin everything. Then she could feel his hard young body next to her softness. He was on his back.
"Oh, darling," she sighed, "darling. I've missed you so much!" She kissed his shoulder with soft moist lips and wrapped one of her long silky legs around his. "It's like really being married!"
The light fresh scent of Sally's perfume reached Rusty's nostrils and they dilated at the pungency. The nudging pressure of her soft young nubile nakedness against him sent thrills through his balls as one of her softly trembling tits brushed against his arm. He could feel his thickly throbbing cock beginning to rise higher in anticipation of what Sally might do next, and he decided to remain still only for a moment by way of a slight experiment, to see just how far she would go.
If my father could see me now! he thought, and the guys at school. Wonder who they're fucking tonight! Mom probably hasn't put out for dad in years!
Rusty sucked in his breath sharply. Sally's hand was moving softly over his ribs. He shivered, and his young girlfriend seemed to be encouraged by this. She began to move her fingers lightly down along his side.
"Mmmmmmmm," he said, almost noncommittally. Usually he was the aggressor, but Sally was evidently all worked up. Maybe he would get the best results by not fucking her pussy so often! Maybe he should always let her work up a hunger.
Sally felt an electric tingle running through her as her hand got closer and closer to the warmth of her young play husband's thickly pulsating cock. She was frightened by what she was doing, but she didn't seem to be able to stop. Any moment she expected Rusty to stop her but he never did. She breathed shallowly next to him, a current of desire running through her naked, prick-starved body, as she touched the stiffness of her strong handsome neighbor's huge, fully erected cock. She gasped and withdrew her fingers for a fraction of a moment, then boldly she moved forward again, and closed her small hand around its hotly swollen girth, imagining the full thickness of his cock fucking deep up inside her hungrily devouring pussy, touching the very depths of her cunt up inside her belly!
A small groan of desire slipped from her lips as Rusty turned slowly toward her. She felt so grateful as he gathered her shamelessly trembling nakedness against his, pressing his throbbing hard cock up against her soft, barely fuzzed young pussy as he did so. Sally writhed against him joyfully. He was going to fuck her. God, it was going to happen for the first time again in four days. Her lithe teenage body strained all its muscles, begging to be wildly fucked by his hugely throbbing cock, and she clung to his neck, her arms wrapping tightly around him as she let her hips execute a slow-grinding motion against his rock-hard cock. Rusty's hands moved around her, smoothing along the hotness of her excitedly quivering thighs, touching the nakedness of her hips, the fullness of her asscheeks. He pushed one hand in between their closely pressed bodies and entwined his middle finger in the soft blonde fuzz of pussy hairs around her hot, pulsing wet cunt. Then, teasingly, he slid it up between the moist folds that covered the tiny ridges of her little pussy slit.
"Oooooooooooooh," the young girl moaned softly. "Oh, Rusty, don't stop teasing my pussy ... yes ... yes do it like that some more ... it feels so ... good!"
Grunting slightly, Rusty continued to tease his finger back and forth, causing a steady friction in his make-believe wife's nakedly squirming cunt as he flicked across the hotly twitching bud of her clitty.
He thought his thickly pulsating cock might burst as he listened to the soft cooing sounds she made, and he caught his other hand up under one billowing white tit and squeezed hard. He knew she liked her tits to be played with. He began to moan along with her.
"Aaaaaaaaaaah," she cried out in pain, but the pain subsided quickly as her huge, softly trembling tit tingled maddeningly from the pressure her young boyfriend had just subjected it to, and a building excitement rushed to replace the pain. She jerked against him, almost in tears, she was so excited. She wanted to beg him, to plead with him, to fuck her right now, but she held herself back. Then Rusty's middle finger plunged obscenely downward toward the peach-fuzz-rimmed hole of her hot pussy lips, and slid up inside the smooth, quivering dampness of her cunt.
Sally suddenly went wild. All her youthful inhibitions were forgotten as the intense sensation of the young boy's lewdly worming finger made her squeal and thrash against him. First he fucked two fingers and then three up inside the warm slicky walls of her hotly flooding little pussyhole.
"Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! darling!!!! Darling! Yes ... Yes ... Yesss!" she cried.
Rusty could feel the smooth warm wetness of his young girlfriend's tightly clasping cunt twisting against the lewdly fucking fingers of his hand as the hot juicy walls of her pussy melted against their upward pressure. His body half-covered hers now, so that she was lying beneath him as he continued the obscene finger-fucking into her hungrily devouring pussy. No one would ever know she was such a wild fuck! he thought, feeling perspiration dripping from his forehead. No guys at school would suspect that he could wring these beautiful sounds from her. Sally looked so prim and, yes, even dull to the unpracticed eyes of the boys at school, but Rusty had sensed what she could be like from the moment he had laid eyes on her last year.
It was all there beneath the surface, waiting for him to bring it out, but even when he had shown Sally the innate wildness of her nature, the beauty of her body, her hair, her features, he had insisted that she keep up the appearance of being a squarish bookworm for all other eyes but his, and she had not resisted his wishes.
He knew he would have to fuck her with his cock soon. His painfully throbbing cum-filled balls were beginning to ache from the internal pressure building up.
Damn! he thought, she sure is hot to fuck tonight! He moved further over on top of her, looking down at her lovely, passion-contorted face. It was always exciting to him to look at her while he was fucking her, and tonight was no exception. It was as if he were forming her then and there ... creating a new personality by sending her into a state of uncontrollable excitement.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhh ... Rusty ... Oh Rusty ... Oh Rusty...!" she was moaning.
"Yes!" he said, through desire-clenched teeth. "It's been too long!" With that he quickly withdrew his wetly fucking fingers from the hotly clasping little hole up between her slightly spread legs, and Sally knew that he was going to put his huge cock into her now. She felt a rush of unbearable desire, so great that it was almost painful; a desire to feel her young make-believe husband's hugely pulsating cock fucking into her greedily devouring pussy over and over again. His hand squeezed persistently at the softly trembling flesh of her tits and she wanted nothing more than to have him fuck her senseless, fuck her to a wildly screaming mass of female nothingness beneath him!
The teenager pressed his lips hard to Sally's and wormed his long, saliva-slickened tongue deep into her willingly open mouth as she writhed upward toward him, grinding her naked cuntlips pleadingly against him. The thickly throbbing tip of his cock pressed at the entrance of her hotly streaming pussy as he wormed up between her legs, spreading them wide upon the mattress on the playhouse floor. His narrow hips ground ever closer to her soft curl-rimmed pussyhole, and he fucked the hugely swollen length of his cock upward, feeling it slide smoothly into her hungry pussy as though it were a tiny animal burrowing into its den for the night. Its throbbing thickness stretched the hot juicy walls of Sally's tightly gripping cunt sheath as it sank deeper and deeper, slowly advancing into the depths of her warmly-waiting belly.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!" She was filled by him-fucked by him. She was him! She felt pinned to the bed, smashed by the pleasure-giving rod of his huge pussy-stretching cock. Stunned by the impact at first, she lay panting beneath him. He had conquered her once more and she wanted it! How good it was!
Then the naked teenager went wild, her arms alternately flailing out flat on the foam rubber mattress and grasping her young lover about the neck. Then her nails were on his back, running thin lines along the length of its arched surface, trailing against him as her long naked legs snaked out and up around his back. With her powerfully motivated thighs she pulled Rusty still closer into the burning fuzz-rimmed heat of her tightly gripping pussy-flesh.
Yes, this was what she had wanted-his lips against hers, his heat-filled naked body covering hers, his masterfully fucking cock surging high up inside her steaming pussy and making her feel complete, making her feel like a real woman! A woman, not a child!
Sally felt she could live forever as long as Rusty was there above her, squeezing her tits, fucking into her with all his strength. He screwed her hard and fast now, and she could feel the head of his cock touching her innermost pussy depths.
Rusty knew it wouldn't be long before he would have to spew the hotly roiling cauldron of his cum far up in her belly. He had to exert all his will now just to keep up with Sally's pace. Her ravenous pussy egged him on, begging him for more and more with each rapidly churning thrust of her ass up from the loudly smacking mattress beneath it.
He thought he would soon go mad if he didn't ease the fullness of his swollen balls and spurt his hotly scalding cum deep into Sally's fuck-starved young pussy.
"Oh ... oh ... oh! Ohohohohohoh!" she was gasping for air now as she felt her cunt-flooding cum drawing near. It was almost there ... almost but not quite. Just a few more seconds, a few more inward fucks up into the hotly steaming well of her little cunt.
But then the boy felt it happening deep in the pit of his belly. Something broke loose inside him and he quickly threw his hands down beneath Sally's knees, pulling her long legs up so that they straddled his shoulders. The soft cushions of her smoothly gyrating asscheeks tilted nakedly up against his thighs and his huge cock fucked even further up into the hot slippery depths of Sally's blonde-fuzzed pussy. He was fucking so deep! Those few extra centimeters of his cockhead were pounding hard against the spongy surface of her cervix ... the insanely excited, cum-seeping tip battering her womb where it lay hidden far up at the end of her hotly milking pussy. She was squirming and tossing beneath him. "Oh fuck my hot pussy harder, harder, harder!" she gasped, her heels beating, and with a cry of abandon, he let loose a stream of hot, thickly scalding cum that shot like a ram-jet straight up into Sally's hotly clinging cunt.
But it was too soon for Sally. When Rusty repositioned her legs, she lost precious ground in her struggle toward her own tit-jerking cum. She had felt herself climbing toward the peak of it and then just milliseconds before she reached the blessed cum she so sorely needed, Rusty's scalding hot jism filled her cock-stuffed pussy and his thin muscular body trembled and quaked against hers as she clung to him, still hoping against hope that she might still be able to make it ... to join him in his cock-jerking cum. Her desperately straining cuntwalls milked hungrily at his rapidly deflating cock, grasping for the belly-filling hardness that was no longer there, until finally Rusty was still and she lay silent beneath him, as his softening cock slipped gradually from the heat of her wetly flooded, painfully unsatisfied pussy.
Rusty breathed deeply and evenly, his head heavy and moist on her shoulder, his body limp upon hers. My God, he had fallen asleep! She blinked back the tears that wanted to come and then managed to push her young lover's totally relaxed body to the side as she wriggled out from beneath him.
To have waited four days for him to fuck her, she thought, and to have him empty his balls up inside her cunt like this-not to fuck her to cumming, either! she thought bitterly. Her heart was still pounding wildly from her futile struggle, beating heavily beneath her naked tits, sending blood rushing through her veins. Her entire body was set in motion for a wildly screaming, cunt-blasting cum of which she had been cheated.
Gradually Sally's hand found its way to the soft folds of slick cunt flesh hidden beneath the moisture-soaked strands of her fuzz-fringed pussy. Her middle finger searched out the tiny, hotly pulsing nipple of her clitty. She sighed as she felt the rush of air over the tender exposed surfaces. But she just couldn't bring herself to slip her finger up inside her cunt and finger-fuck it. The intense feelings that rushed from her hotly quivering young pussy lips remained unsatisfied, as her fingers stilled themselves and lay unmoving between her legs. Suddenly Sally turned over and began to sob in earnest.
Her playhouse marriage to Rusty was turning out to be nothing like what she had expected! She had expected him to fuck her all the time like her daddy did to her mother. That's what playing being married was all about! Otherwise, she would have just gone steady with him.
She rose from the soft foam rubber mattress, and slipped on her pajamas. She had to get back in the house and he could just wake himself up. It would serve him right if he slept right on through until morning and got the licking of his life for staying out all night!
She slipped quickly out the door of the playhouse, careful not to disturb Rusty, and made her way through the garden to the main house, wishing in vain that the cool night air would cool the fire in her still voraciously hungering young pussy.
The next morning, Sally woke bleary-eyed and sleepy, her psyche all the more unbalanced since her unsatisfactory fuck by her young neighbor the night before. She wondered if Rusty was still asleep in the playhouse, and if he was, whether his parents had noticed he wasn't back in his room before they left for work during the early morning hours. Because of several special projects he had in chemistry, he didn't have to report to school until later in the morning, so sometimes didn't get up when they did, and they could have overlooked his absence.
She was going to face the dreadful dullness of the classes ahead of her, but face it she must if she and Rusty were ever going to finish school and really get married. You really needed to get through school in this day and age if you wanted to have any options on your future.
She wore her glasses because they made her feel a little bit more secure in the outside world, and the gold wire frames covered a good part of her delicate features. Her fine golden hair was brushed back into tight pigtails so that it would never come undone involuntarily, and she wore a neat cotton skirt and blouse. Added to this, her cork-soled wedgies made her walk to school very comfortable indeed, and her big suede shoulder bag held her lunch for that afternoon.
She started across her front lawn to the sidewalk feeling the hot longing that still lurked unfulfilled in her pussy below with each step that she took. She didn't even want to think ahead to the afternoon, her disappointment in the fuck she had received had been so great! As she walked briskly down the sidewalk next to the Joneses, a well-dressed young man stepped out of the Martins' driveway next door. He smiled when he saw Sally, and she coolly acknowledged his presence and walked stiffly by him, bristling with anger as he bowed mockingly. He was obviously coming from the small guest house in her neighbor's back yard. She walked quickly down the sidewalk and hurried towards Madison Junior High School and her classes. All the while she thought she could feel the young man's eyes, who was leaving the Martins' house, on her, watching her progress down the sidewalk.
"That Patsy Martin!" Sally fumed, hardly watching where she was going. "It's getting disgusting!" Patsy's parents traveled a lot, and every time they were away and left her on her own in the house, she would go wild. Not that she didn't go wild when they were home. Ever since Patsy had talked her parents into letting her take over the guest house in her back yard as her bedroom, she had gone wild. Every night a different guy would come over ... and most of them old enough to be her father!
Many times when Sally was in the playhouse, she had heard her giggling with them right through the back fence, and sometimes she heard her even getting fucked and yelling for more! "That frightful girl!" she said out loud, and several people turned to see who the girl was talking to. She blushed her way into silence as she noticed them staring at her. Well, anyway, it wasn't her problem. Patsy Martin could do whatever she liked as long as she didn't try to make out with Rusty!