Her naked daughter sat up, picked up the pack of cigarettes and lit one, just as sexily as she had done last night. Some part of Diana’s mind noted that Arlene hadn’t bothered denying anything, apparently had already put everything together. Since the only way that she (Diana) could know about the fucking was to have watched, Arlene had nothing to hide about smoking. Oh, well. Arlene had always been smart.

Jack was now squeezing her other breast and working on that nipple. She could feel wetness on herself where both nipples had begun to drool. This is stupid, she thought. Here I stand, tits squirting milk like a cow,...