Caught in The Act!

Debbie stands frozen in the shadows with Karen clutching at her arm. Can't be. Carter's got her stepmom bent in the dim living room light, yoga pants clinging to every curve while those greedy hands slide up Alicia's thighs. The blonde teen moves slow, deliberate, tracing the curve of that perfect ass with her fingers pressing deep enough to leave marks through the fabric. Alicia doesn't pull away. She's letting it happen. Leaning into it. Debbie feels her throat close up watching Carter's hands claim territory that should stay forbidden. The pact was supposed to be dead. Buried. But here her second friend is, mouth hovering over her stepmom's neck, breath hot, fingers already working the waistband like she owns it. Karen's nails dig harder into Debbie's wrist. Neither one moves. The scene burns itself into their eyes.