"You know what darling - you're right. There is something there. I mean what kind of deranged teenager stops off at a secluded spot and does this kind of thing?"

There was a kind of disgust in Gideon's reply. But immediately that disgust had a phoney air about it. Like as though he was joking in some kind of ironic way or other. Chantelle stroked herself for some time and the two watched without even speaking. All the time Cindra's eyes were flicking from face to crotch shots. If the truth be known she was looking more at Chantelle's face and eyes as she squatted masturbating. It was like she was making mental notes. Like she was watching for specific little things. All the time watching. Watching closely. And only occasionally then looking at the crotch shot. Of the girls fingers working her sexuality through the cotton of her panties. The wet spot there. Right there in the middle of her slit. But then that wet spot expanding. Getting bigger like it was spreading through the cotton. Chantelle's slippery juices oozing out from her slit. And that wet spot, changing from a wet spot, so a longer cigar shape. As the wetness oozed from her more and more, that wet spot taking the shape of her own sex slit.

"I've got a feeling she needs to come you know. Not that she just in passing wants to come. But that she 'needs' it. Look at her eyes. Look at the swell of her lips. She's nibbling her bottom lip with her teeth all the time. And she's panting. Breathing quickly. You know Gideon, this is interesting. Very interesting."

Neither Cindra nor Gideon took their eyes off the screens. It was as though they didn't want to miss even a nano second of what was going on just yards away from them outside. Chantelle was swallowing the saliva and the drool that had collected in her mouth. It was as though she had just realised that the drool was going to spill over her bottom lip. She sucked it back and she swallowed. As she did that she circled the area at the top of her slit - where her clitoris was located and she circled. She seemed to be drawing light circles right around her clit without touch it. She was using the pressure of her panties as the touch to the crowns of all of those red hot and wide open nerve endings. All the time drawing those circles but then applying more and more pressure with her finger nails. Then she would lick her lips. Long almost leech like lashes of her tongue from one side of her mouth to the other. And then back again.

"Well we sure do have a live one here. Think we'll be able to find anything out about her. Where she comes from. Where she lives. A routine maybe?"

Gideon was talking but he was talking idly. Almost lazily. All the time his eyes fixed on the screens. There was something in his voice. Something that might have been disturbing to anyone else. There was something deep about what he was saying and asking. Like he was asking all of the right questions even though he was drinking in the scene that was on the screen in front of him he was thinking about certain other things that may, or may not be important at a later stage. Chantelle was stoking herself faster and faster and now she was slipping one or two of her fingers behind the pantie elastic so that her pads were touching her slippery wet slit directly. And she was moving her fingers under her panties. Those fingers like live little animals crawling and scurrying up and down that sex slit. As though those little animals were feeding off the juices and using her sex lips as pathways. Then Chantelle was slipping her panties to the side.

Gideon watching and then leaning forward, as though to get a closer, more intimate view of what was going on. It was as though he had been invited into that closer space. He licked his lips as he watched intently. There was barely any blinking of his huge blue eyes as he watched. Chantelle was pulling faces, narrowing her eyes. She was feeling that build up. She was feeling that build up behind her clitoris. That feeling that she needed so badly. Like a need for that sensation to build and build. Her eyes were narrowed, then closed and screwed shut tightly like she was in the middle of some kind of little fantasy of her own. And then they were open again. Wide bulging as that orgasm built and built. Her tongue was working across her lips and her fingers were plunging the wet, slippery swamp like depths of her sexuality.

Then she was at her clitoris again. Rubbing it frantically. First with her finger tips and then her pads. And then her nails. Using her nails to indent that area of flesh. That indentation seeming to make her gasp and take in breath. Take in air. As though it was all becoming a little too much for her. And then her using her fingers and using her knuckles to run the labia. Make the labia part of the pleasure that she could feel building and building. Then she seemed to be bouncing up and down on her tippy toes. Staying squatted and yet bouncing up and down. Like natural motions of her in fucking mode. Bouncing up and down. Her fingers buried in herself. Gideon imagining the squelching noises that those fingers and that sex flesh must be making. Something that reminded him that he must get wired for sound. It would be worth it if one like this came along from time to time.

"Well those are valid questions of course. I can begin looking into things. But THE question, is she old enough? I think she's over age, probably in her final year. Which is perfect! If what I am seeing is right, this could be what we have been looking for, for a long time. Probably a once in a life time chance of pursuing the things we've talked about for years."

Cindra was alert, and she was talking casually. Overly casually actually in another of those disturbing ways that the couple seemed to share between them. They watched as Chantelle's frigging of herself became more and more frantic. And yet frantic in a controlled way. She wasn't wildly flailing her arms and screaming out in pleasure. Rather she was just using her fingers wildly. Her panties right to the side of her slit and her sexuality raw, red and swollen a little fully exposed. And then she came. She came in squirts. Squirts from her own sex. Both Cindra and Gideon watched without speaking to each other. For the full minute of that orgasm, possibly longer, they watched Chantelle coming. And coming.

"Well my darling you're more the expert at those sort of things than me. She looks old enough to me and that's what counts. You can do the research and we can take it from there. From what we have just seen, it seems a lot of the base work, a lot of the hard work has been done with this bitch. Maybe she's being trained by someone else. Might wanna look into that as well whilst you're at it."

All the time both of their eyes to the screens as Chantelle finished off. Wiping herself on her own thighs - they liked that. Pulling her panties back across her dripping sex. They liked that as well. And then her standing, those long spindly legs fully exposed, fully viewable before she let her skirt fall back down around her thighs. Chantelle flushed in the cheeks. Trying to pull herself together. Another look around. And something else - a shiver. Like a visible shiver that they noticed. They may have noticed other shivers through what they had watched as well. But they didn't because they were engrossed in watching this young girl pleasure herself.

"Maybe she had a feeling she was being watched or something huh?"

Cindra's large but feminine hand ran over Gideon's shoulder lightly. And there was something in her voice that was knowing. Knowing that the young girl Chantelle was having that feeling that she was being watched.