She had laid down, two layers of bed sheets and was ironing on top of that. She was wearing a Maxi/gown while doing that. Guys like the many people wh... used this exact line up until now, I’m going to use it too: I did not have any bad intentions towards her, up until then. Because trust me, what happened next was sure to make all intentions go bad!She was ironing the clothes in a squatting position. Like how millions of us sit down to maybe sweep, clean, and also on the WC. I don’t know how but. Meanwhile (as was of often the case with gals I met off of aol) the blow job she was giving me was absolutely amazing. Not that I thought her pussy wouldn't be as nice, but as any guy knows, sometimes in sex 'if it aint broke don't fix it.' This was one of those blow jobs where I was getting closer to orgasm with each suck, but only by centimeters. It was one of those slow burns that feels so fucking good. I had made up my mind that I was just going to lie back with this hairy pussy on my face. By now, I was sitting on the floor with my legs wide open , and my ear to the wall. My right hand was abusing my clit. I didn't want to get up and get my dildo because I didn't want to miss anything. I could feel one hell of an orgasm coming on. I'm absolutely certain that Robyn knew that I could hear them, She knows that I don't care. After about five minutes of getting a missionary pounding, they decided to change positions again."Turn over," her date said. "Put your body flat on the bed."I. Now, she realized her mother and sister and her sister's husband and children were also in serious peril, and she was having a difficult time coping with the emotions pushing her like excessive g-forces into the chair. She seemed to be crawling into herself.I was about to intervene, but Dad, bless his understanding, loveable heart, beat me to the punch."You're blaming yourself, aren't you, Sara?" Dad said and took her hand in his. She always managed to sit to his right at a dining table."Yeah,.