‘Aaah,’ she cried, gripping the fabric of the footstool with both hands, trembling all over. The man started hammering his cock into her in a hard... relentless rhythm. ‘Yeah,’ he hissed, grabbing her hair. ‘You like that, don’t you?’ ‘Yes,’ the woman gasped. ‘Fuck me!’ Sylvia felt her legs trembling underneath her and got down on her knees in the corridor. Watching the fucking couple, she kept excitedly massaging her wet flesh, applying ever more force. Her rhythmically stroking fingers. I'd had my eye on them for almost an hour. They, or more to the point he, was the reason I was there. I knew he would be there because he was a creature of habit. He was there every Friday night; probably to show support for his wife's brother whose band played at the Alhambra every weekend.Finally what I was waiting and hoping for happened. The song was a slow waltz and the couple got up and moved out onto the floor. I gave them a minute or so to get into the rhythm and then I got up and went. I've always been a little underwhelming, second string on the football team and basketball team, always come in second in track, and second trumpet in the school band. I maintain average grades in all my classes, putting me somewhere in the middle of my class in overall all scholarship. It's frustrating, I work hard, try hard, play hard, and never quite come out on top. My folks are average people, in their forties, drive eleven-year-old vehicles, live in a thirty-year-old house with. Mummy bhi lagbhag roj hi bhai ka lund dekh rahi thi. Aur roj hi use aapni gaand par mehsus karti thi.Magar kehte hai na ki sehne ki bhi ek hadh hoti hai. Shayad mummy ki woh hadh paar ho gayi thi. Dopher ka time tha. Main aapne college se wapas hi aaya tha.Magar aaj ghar mein bilkul sannata tha. Na bhai dikh rahe the. Aur na hi mummy ka mood sahi lag raha tha. Ghar ka mahool bada ajeeb sa ho raha tha.Main – Kya hua mummy bada sannata sa lag raha hai. Koi baat hui hai kya?Mummy – Aisa kuch nahi.