The baby, little Patricia, was still at her mother's breast and, with her tight curls and happy nature, a sometimes startling reminder of her parent's...first child, now four years in the grave but never forgotten especially in the springtime. Patty had just started to crawl and pull herself up on her chubby legs and had learned to say both 'dog' and 'cat' but not always for the proper animal. She enjoyed saying 'cat, ' and would sometimes say it a dozen times in a row just to hear the sound it. I sat in one room, whilst they were in the other. All that seperated us was six feet of space, a thin wall and a frosted glass door.They didn't waste any time. At first they tried to be discreet, but she was always very enthusiastic during sex. I'd heard them before, of course. But it had been different then, I'd been fucking my girlfriend in the next room. This time I was on my own.As the noise from the next room got louder, I started to turn the volume down on the TV. He was really. She was a mystery, and he was captured by her intrigue. After only a few unnerving seconds, he had to look away. “This is a very nice place,” he said. “Thanks,” she replied. “It’s really my father’s. He used it as his pied-à-terre, here in the city. Legend has it that he housed a few mistresses here over the years. A legend which, by the way, might be true… or it might also be just a story invented by my father to discourage my mother from visiting him here,” Margot said, giggling. “My father. When he stripped earlier, I could see my wife damn near drooling. All I could think about was I could not wait until he mounted my sweet wife and put that raging cock into her pussy.Peter took his hand off her tit and promptly stuck 2 fingers into her wet pussy. The response was immediate. My wife bucked her hips up pressing her pussy into Peter's mouth. Her moans were now loud and continuous. Peter was taking her clit in between his teeth while his tongue attacked it. She was going to.