He positioned me kneeling on his be but down on my haunches while he stood beside the bed and first he softly liked all around my arse, tickling and g...ntly probing with his tongue, That felt sweet, Then he got some lube and just played around the outside of my hole gently stroking and pressing with a finger and then gradually the pressing became a bit firmer but never fast and never hard. Meanwhile he kept asking of I were ok, Oh Yes,this was all rather neat.His little finger (at least I think. I don't know how long I stood there and watched. It did have a certain erotic fascination to it; Doug would drive his cock in Jennifer's ass and it would push her forward and lift her cunt up on Al's cock and at the same time drive the cock in her mouth against the back of her throat. When Doug would pull back to start his next stroke Jennifer would push back at him which drove her down on Al's cock. Back and forth they rocked and then Mike grabbed the back of Jennifer's head and held it on his. Sharing a "Now what?" look, we followed first the left and then the right-hand paths, finding the typical thick, wooden dungeon doors at both ends. Scent was useless, the smoking candles and earth doing much to eliminate all but the most basic of traceable smells that told us only that people regularly traversed this underground place. The almost dirt-free floor told us the same thing. Trying to get a sense of direction through my diminished link was less than useless.For lack of any better. Of course I knew better. I was sure they were across the street involved in some sort of hot, sticky, depraved and illegal sex act with either one or both of my “classy” neighbors. I didn’t mind. They were my kids, after all, and were bound to be at least as horny as I was. The only problem was, I was feeling left out. Fucking my sixteen year old son, Luke, was a pleasure I had only enjoyed once, yesterday. And I hadn’t tasted my thirteen year old daughter, Sissy’s hot little snatch.