My dad had installed some louvered doors like the ones you put on a closet or pantry door. We had one bathroom and to get to it you had to go through ...y parents room. You could also get to their room via the kitchen.I remember this one time laying in my bed hearing my parents going at it. My mom was very vocal while having sex and my dad was one of special encouraging words. This one time I remember first hearing the moans of my mom and wet slapping noises. Not sure what they was doing to make. Carl and his girlfriend Trish, Jenny, and I were hanging out and having a few beers and talking. Trish was one of the college girls who worked for our escort service, and for the right money, she would turn a trick.Somehow the conversation got around to the fact that the only girl I had been to bed with was Jenny and that she could take any guy she wanted to bed, including Carl and Ted.Trish looked at Carl and asked, “Have you been screwing your best friend’s girlfriend?”Carl got all flustered. It was exactly the response she’d been looking for. Temporarily moving her hands away from that tempting young flesh, she poured more oil onto her palms. ‘You know, we have a vacancy right now for someone with a special look,’ she told her, happy to progress to the next stage. ‘I rather do believe that with one or two adjustments, you’d perfectly fit the bill. You’d be interested in an audition, darling? In London?’ ‘Absolutely,’ Ella gushed, swinging her head around to meet Marilyn’s gaze. Her. It quivers with mounting excitement as I lick the tip and then lap all around his knob. I follow by touring up and down his shaft, first licking on top and then underneath."Bloody hell, Bob, that's not jerking,” gasps Kyle, gripping the workbench until his knuckles glow white, “but don't stop. It feels fantastic."But do I stop for a moment, look up at him and say, "This is our little secret, right?" For sure, Bob,” he says, his cock palpitating in my hand. “I'd never tell anybody, honest."I.