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“Where are they?”
Janet Grayson tapped her fingers nervously on the edge of the coffee table, glancing up at the clock that hung over the large fireplace. It was nearly nine o’clock. Her daughter and niece knew they had to be home by eight-thirty sharp! What with all the muggings and assaults happening all over Los Angeles lately, Janet was frightened that the two attractive teens would be the latest victims if they were to stay out too late.
And yet, how could she be angry with them? They were normal young girls-hot, curious, the way she used to be.
“Ohhhhh…”
Janet closed her eyes, rubbing her cuntlips together by rocking her ass lightly on the sofa. How had it come to this? How had an attractive, vivacious young woman come to be regarded as an old maid, a dowdy aunt by her niece? Janet had heard those cruel words through her daughter’s bedroom door, words that made her cry with shame. It hadn’t always been that way. Janet’s mother had worried about her when she was a teenager, worried that with her running around she would become pregnant and tossed out into the streets.
Janet smiled, her breathing becoming more rapid, more shallow as that ticklish, hot electric charge seeped from her clit and charged her thighs with heat.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.