Without sight, it was difficult to know exactly what was taking place, but as the breathing and moaning picked up, it was easy to assume the tempo was...increasing. It had been quite a few minutes when he spoke again, with clear enjoyment. ‘I see you do like it a little rough.’ She answered with a simple groan. I concluded he was at work on her breasts again, knowing full well that she loved to have her nipples pinched and pulled. Bowing my head and listening intently, I could see it clearly in. I have to see him.The blast of a hand dryer behind the door on my right draws my attention. I push on the stick-figure wheelchair in the middle of the door to reveal Simone inside. She is holding up the hem of her skirt in front of the dryer, her shapely legs almost as tall as I am.“What now?” she hisses at me.In an instant, the wind is blown out of my sails. She is so beautiful - tall and blonde and big boobs. She is everything I’m not.My blood runs cold. Of course Will would be with her. Why. I could see that his cock was getting harder each time he pulled my nipple into his mouth and then let it slip out again. I pressed his head hard into my breast and almost smothered him. He looked up while sucking on my nipple and asked if that was good."Oh, yeah, baby. That's really good!" I sighed as he lifted one breast and kissed on down to my belly button. His hands were running all over my body, making me tingle with anticipation. Slowly he reached down to my panty line and started. “I noticed you were pretty zombified, so I figured I better pay you back for the diaper changing and stuff you did for me when I was a kid,” I said.“Well, I want you to know that using alcohol to suppress feelings and grief isn’t the preferred method, but I do seem to calm down when I taste the sherry overtones in the McAllen,” Dad admitted.“I figured at around two-hundred dollars a bottle, you wouldn’t do too much abusing of that substance, at least. Sometime the familiar or the favorite.