I will tell their romance story in next episode.Most of the nights I used to hear noise in my parents’ bedroom and I used to peep in their room secr...tly. And I used to enjoy their love making they used to talk or rather murmur nasty things while doing sex. Mom always used to plead dad to be slow which he never bothered. I saw my dad pounding my mom’s pussy vigorously. Later at night I used to get back to my room and shag my penis and sleep. I also saw dad being naughty with mom in day times. That wasn't before I had seen mybrothers neck at an impossible angle and his cold empty eyes, worsestill the seat frame protruding from Robyn's dress, where a crimsonstain was rapidly growing.It's strange but there was so much noise, yet silence, so much activityyet nothing seemed to be done. Sirens, the sound of an Air Ambulancehelicopter and the never-ending horn of the smashed BMW. A green suitedparamedic had joined Thomas but after a few moments, they both left thecar. The BMW driver was. .. I obeyed and sat down. On my left side of the chair I had full close up on his handsome tool that I made hard and fully erected now. Again I looked around for C but did not see him coming. “Oral sex is not really cheating” I remembered him saying one time, so I grabbed this cock and gave a quick shy kiss first, then after watching again a few licks and then quickly I allowed him to bring a small part in my mouth.. My lips and tongue felt the shape of the head of his dick and I had taste of. ”With one of the buses showing up the discussion needed to end. “Anyway,” she said in parting, “I think a purpose like being somebody’s somebody would be worthwhile ... at least during the war.”Heading for home on the EL that night the clack-clack-clack of the wheels on the track helped put Laura’s thoughts into place. She considered Mary’s reference to “purpose” and being “somebody’s somebody” and realized that this subject must have been what the other girls had been so secretive about before.