I didn't say anything about it to Kathy. That would have been rude but I did think about it. I also thought about my father.I hadn't seen him since I ...as thirteen years old and my memory of him was sort of clouded. I remember him as being tall and distinguished looking but concepts like handsome or hunky weren't there. Looking at Kathy made me wonder. After all she was a hot looking woman that I wouldn't mind taking to bed myself and here she was married to my father. To make things even more. His humming stopped as I grabbed his clothes and towel in my greedy hands. The shower curtain ripped open, and there was my brother naked, shampoo suds in his hair, his cock swaying half-hard, thrusting from his dark thatch of pubic hair.“Anna?” he asked in shock.I stuck out my tongue at him as I scooped up his clothes and towels. I bolted.“You fucking little brat!” he snarled as I whirled around, my brown hair whipping about my face. I darted for the door and raced out of the hallway. I heard. You can feel her nipples hard against your back.Your entire body burns, perspiration beading on your goosebumping flesh.A girl climbs naked into the cot beside yours. You remember her name isFrei, a tall slim blonde girl with small firm breasts, renowned for heroral skills. She giggles, clearly aware of your present carnalactivities. She reaches into a chest and produces something. "Here," shesays, throwing a double ended dildo onto the bed in front, "you two canborrow it if you let me watch,". She lunged forward, kissing the startled secretary like a woman possessed. Scott, who had been trying to calm his wife down the whole time, felt his jaw drop. Marcy tried to disengage from her, but found the older woman's release of pent up lust too hard to overcome.Heather had the sexy redhead pinned against the wall, running her hands all over the secretary's nubile flesh. Her lustful ardor and her roaming carresses combined with all the recent stress from work, overwhelming Marcy's will to.