But (as you guys must have predicted), my bottle was empty. So I went downstairs to fill up my water bottle. As I was climbing stairs, I heard some an...lets and moaning from my Dad’s room.Those voices started getting louder as I approached nearer to their room. I understood that Mom and Dad were having a good time. I should’ve respected their privacy and gone into my room to sleep. But the motherfucking devil inside me asked me to stop and hear for a while.As I kept my ear on the door, the door. It didn’t seem like he was being derogatory, despite the fact she had just finished having sex a few minutes ago. No, he seemed to specifically want to fuck her while she was still ‘sloppy’, so to speak.She bit her lip with a moan as he entered her, his cock pushing into her sticky hole, arching her back as he began steadily pumping away at her. This wasn’t the first time Sam had reacted like this – a couple of mornings ago he’d accosted her in the hallway and fucked her against the wall when. We kissed like crazy as she also went out of control. I unzipped her dress and removed it. She was in a pink bra and thongs. Her boobs were of 34 size , soft and shapely. I held and kneaded them and she moaned. I got undressed leaving my undies on. She looked at my body and kissed on my chest. I removed her bra and licked the area around her boobs and aerola. I teased her a bit carefully avoiding the nipples. She got restless, held her boob with one hand, the other at the back of my head and. Their conversation stopped as they caught sight of the comely lass scrubbing while singing a raunchy song about a tin smith servicing various women, her creamy thighs slightly exposed, her rear and breasts swaying to the beat. Hearing them pause, she knelt up and asked innocently if there was aught she could do for them. The men exchanged a strained look, John breezily assured her that they needed nothing, and they continued to the yard. Lord Reynard started punching icicles off the stable roof.