So we have a peeping tom here, she whispered. I did not know how to react, I was caught peeping at her piddling niece and I had my cock raging hard as...a witness to the whole episode. She gestured me to get up, and naked as I was, I stood. By now the reality had dawned on me, and my hard on had become a limp, and I was scared. What if she calls the police, or once her husband comes tells him about this and he might take out his ire on me. I was looking down when I realized something strange. She. ”“What if someone comes?”“Who ever comes here during the day?”Reluctantly, Mom acquiesced. “Alright, but just down to my bra and panties, or maybe I should put on a bathing suit.”“No, Mom. We don’t have time. We need to be finished before Dad gets home. You can imagine what he’d say if he knew you were painting yourself.”Mom walked out to the middle of the yard, kicked off her flip flops and loosened her jeans, then pushed them down her legs. She kicked them off, undoing the buttons on her. Karl walked over to Dash, pulling her up off the floor. “Now that you’re pregnant, Dasha, we’ll have to do something new.”Dasha silently allowed herself to be led to the table, where Karl made her lay down on her stomach. He took her ankles and wrists and tied them together and then attached them to a hook and hoisted her up in the air. He put his hands on her hips and guided his cock towards her ass. Without warning, her shoved himself inside. Dasha shut her eyes tight and clenched her fists. You don't know them." All right, when will you be back?" Oh, I don't know; around eleven or so, maybe a little before midnight. Expect me when you see me." I said it jokingly.I could see my wife was really hurt. "Ok lover, whatever you say." It was the first night since our –breakthrough—that we hadn't spent the evening together. I could see in her face that she was thinking I wasn't telling her something and she was hurting. Besides she was horny, the sex researcher hadn't cooled her ardor a.