The creaking sounds gained speed as the cock must have been driving hard into her.“Oh fuck I’m coming!” she squealed, loud enough for our neighb...urs to hear.“Stick your cock back in her mouth and shut the slut up!” this was obviously Carl’s dulcet tones as I heard my wife agree.“Yes give me your cock to suck” then her voice went silent as the slurping sounds began again. I was desperate to see the action but stayed glued to my seat. The frantic sex noises were increasing in tempo as all parties. She saw a black-haired greasy-looking Middle Eastern looking man fucking a white brunette, with his cock hammering her cunt and her legs wrapped around him. He was squeezing both her breast really roughly while kissing down her nape.From the looks of it, the woman looked like a middle aged European woman, most probably French. The guy looked Iranian. But they weren't alone. Next to them on the bed was a young girl, probably in her late teens (most likely 17 years old) fingering herself, wit her. "The four years dad and I spent working on the car were so special to me. That's why it isn't just a hunk of metal to me." The car may be gone," I said. "Nothing will ever take away the time you spent with your dad. You'll always have that." I guess," Jay answered.Shawn delivered a couple of Jay's books and his MP3 player. We talked for a few minutes about classes.Kelly asked, "How did your dad get here so quick? Didn't you say he was on a carrier in the Indian Ocean?" Admiral Nash, the task. I smiled a lot and played a lot, I was really a pretty happy kid. Oddly, Tommy was one of my best friends. We were total opposites when looked at individually. Our behavior and family life were in juxtaposition with one another. When together, however, Tommy and I were a machine for fun. He was too rash to understand dangerous consequences and I was too timid to take fun risks. When combined, we balanced out perfectly. Despite his occasionally bursts of temper in my direction, he always.