On the sofa, beneath the blanket, Ben’s hand found Lizzy’s shorts and slid inside. Lizzy risked a glance to where her mother sat, eyes glued to the TV. Slowly, Lizzy spread her legs giving Ben more access to her pussy and his fingers exploring her wetness. She bit her lip, tried not to breath as he caressed her clitoral hood. Then, without warning a finger pushed beneath the hood and pressed her pleasure button. Thighs clamped together and she gave a stifled squeak as she orgasmed.

‘You okay dear?’ asked her mother.

‘Yes,’ Lizzy lied. ‘Just pins and needles.’