![]() ![]() Joan saw the girl was watching Ted, a smile playing about her moist lips. Joan had evidently missed something important when the phone rang.įawn was not in the least bashful about letting Ted see her lovely titties. Joan noticed Ted was no longer trying to sneak peeks at Fawn, but was gazing at her openly, his mouth open with fascination. Her firm tits rose up into twin points, with fantastic pink nipples. ![]() The girl had taken her bikini top off, and it now floated on the surface of the water. Sighing, she stepped back onto the patio and looked down. The ringing of the telephone irritated Joan, especially when it turned out to be a wrong number. A ripple of heat flowed through Joan's body and she found herself becoming wet between her thighs, her nipples straining. She wasn't sure it was because of her son's cock or the sweetness of Fawn's body, and didn't really care. Watching them, Joan found that she, too, was being turned on. It was exciting to watch Fawn tease her son. Fawn was on her back as she floated lazily in the sparkling water, her legs parted. ![]() The girl on the raft seemed to know just what to do with Ted, working on his tender young emotions to arouse him to the point of that hard-on. But her frown changed to amusement when she noticed that Fawn was, evidently, teasing and tantalizing Ted with her lovely body. She frowned momentarily as she realized her son had a hard-on. It wasn't long before Joan noticed the front of her son's bathing trunks bulging. It was the middle of the day, and all the tenants were at work except for Joan, her son, and Fawn. Ted was in a lounge chair, pretending to doze, but his interest in the girl was obvious. She sat out there on the balcony now looking down at Fawn and her son. Joan's apartment was on the second floor, with a tiny balcony overlooking the pool and patio area. She was never seen going or coming from work. Apparently she was independent in money matters. Fawn looked to be perhaps eighteen, nineteen at the most. It was a pretty name for a very pretty girl. The only thing she knew about the girl was her name, Fawn. She had always enjoyed looking at pretty girls as much as any man. Joan had never denied the beauty of the female form as some women would. The bottom was a simple, tiny patch of bright red and the top hardly a band a cloth that covered her flawlessly shaped tits. Her skin was a creamy, golden color, her body slender but with some very beautiful hollows and hills and curves. ![]() The girl, with a honey-colored hair that fell over the air float and dangled in the water, was the prettiest in the apartment complex. But looking at his expression now, she wasn't so sure. But Ted was still too young to be interested in girls, at least she felt he was. The girl was very pretty, with long hair and a luscious body. Joan watched her 14 year old son watching the girl floating in the pool. ![]()
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