Until I heard the door open… “Hello…?” I heard a young woman’s voice echo through the bathroom. I terminated all play! I don’t know what m...de me do this, but I quietly lifted my feet off the floor so she wouldn’t know I was in there. And I’m glad I did. After a few seconds she came in and went into the stall right next to me. I figured I would wait tell she left but I was in for a surprise. A few minutes went by when I started hearing those easily recognizable noises of wetness and moans… She. The two bedrooms had the doors wide open and the windows wide, letting in fresh air. Doug's bedroom was an organized mess, as any sixteen year olds should be; with model world war two aeroplanes hanging in the corner, from a large quantity of various books on the shelf, old hockey trophies, his computer, a pile of clothes... all normal.I stopped before I passed the doorway and looked into his room carefully.Something had stopped me and I wasn't sure what.I went into my son's room and looked. I get to hear the story and you get the best welcome home blow job you ever had." Deal." I said instantly.I'd gotten home earlier than I'd thought and Nancy didn't have the bed made, plus she was on her period. I didn't mind, but Nance didn't want to get the couch or the carpet all messy and the towels were still in the dryer. Normally, we'd have been fucking like rabbits about a minute after I got in the door, but Nancy has this Suzie Homemaker thing about bloodstains on the furniture. To make. I can't keep myeyes a woman's legs when they're veiled in soft nylon. Since my wife'swork doesn't put her in touch with the public (home typist) she'sseldom out of jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. So I concentrated on Terry.As with any good sales person, she was pressing the flesh, talking up astorm, and she was just as nice as could be. She led us all over thathouse at least three times. And I drooled over those legs the wholetime. I think she caught me once or twice, I saw a twinkle in her.