I just stood there, hoping they has not seen me yet at the same time that familiar tingle betraying me.Rita stopped and looked me in the eye and said ...��well looky here Tom, we got us a little peeper”. My dad looked over and said “you like what you see girly? You like looking at Rita’s titties? Speak up girl!”. I stammered that I was sorry for interrupting and I would go to my room and bolted out the door hoping that would be an end to it. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. I was sitting. He had always told her to stop when he was going to cum but this time she didn’t stop. He tried to pull away but she still didn’t stop. He said he was going to cum and she squeezed his cock even harder with her hand and her mouth. His muscles tensed, his mind was racing, was this really happening? Oh my god, she isn’t stopping, he had to put his hand over his mouth or the whole world was going to hear him, he could feel the cum rising and she still had her mouth clamped on his cock. She. 30 AM night, she insisted me to leave my laptop over there and told me to get it back in the morning, after that I left for my home, then very next morning i went to her flat she was in night laggings and T shirtI said good morning she replied the same, ohhh my God she was looking amazing no makeup her hair was hanging here and there oozing out some wildness in the castle her figure was visible through her t shirt I guessed in sleeping time she doesn’t wear bra as her figure was quite. I stopped and listened, only hearing faint talk and laugher from up stairs. I moved to the bottom of the stairs to hear better and waited for the right time to go up. My wait wasn't long. I heard the first of several passionate sighs from my wife and knew that she was being sexually aroused. Now was the time to move up stairs for a better view. I slowly moved up the steps until I was just outside of our bedroom. The sexual were louder and stronger, mixed with the unmistakable grout of a man.