Rick was being his usual creepy self and I felt like I was being watched every second I was working. I kept looking over but never caught him staring....It was then that I realized he was watching me by watching my reflection off the various stainless steel appliances. When I was at the counter area I was bent over stocking the shelves and saw him watching my ass. By the reflection I could see he was touching his crotch through his pants. I have to confess that my dirty mind started whirling and. Yet. Then I look lower, as she slips off the shirt, even more amazing, I reach out with my hand to touch her stomach, it was ripped, what you might call a six pack. This woman’s body was fit. She had a few scars, I didn’t ask, I just thought to myself that they must have been wounds of war. “Do you like what you see, Bob?” I am just mesmerised, can not reply, transfixed to her stomach and tits. I run my fingers from the bottom of her tits across her rippled muscled stomach to the waist of. Fresh tingles of excitement rippled all throughout my body. I felt my penis still throbbing, deep inside her, as the walls of her vagina squeezed like lips sucking me off. I lied flat on my back, and she was still riding me, her knees on either side of my body. She seemed to be thrusting back and forth at me harder again. I stretched back and grasped the curved metal bed frame with both hands, and pushed up, deeper into her dripping pussy. A pleasant squishing sound ensued from our heated. Only grumbling I heard was when my mother loudly reminded my brother to chew with his mouth closed. I was helping clean up the table, when my dad asked, “Did you finish all of your homework?”“No I still have to read a chapter in my Science book, and write a short essay for English. I think they are trying to kill me with homework.”Daddy laughed, “My dear, no one has ever died doing homework.”My mother spoke up and ordered, “Go finish your work Amanda; your dad can help me with these dishes.”I.