Jean was fair looking, had a nice smile and was very petite. Ron, on the other hand, was quite a big fella, almost a total mismatch to Jean, but not i... the best of health. We, as neighbours, got on fairly well. We had been for drinks around to each other’s homes and had been out for meals together on several occasions. As I mentioned, Ron’s health was a bit poorly, and one evening unknown to me till later, Ron had been taken into hospital, and Jean said he may be in for a couple of weeks. Jean. He instructedher to accompany Mr. Smith for the time being. Mr. Smith if that was his name was at least sixty years old and obviouslylonely. She accompanied him to a hotel next door to the restaurant. In retrospectshe couldn't understand why she had done it but she had. When they enteredthe room the old fellow had gotten all over her. She remembered being thereand succumbing to his aggressive sexual advances but she still couldn't figureout why she allowed it to happen. In less than an hour he. It's just that..." she motioned to the wall. Bill suddenly noticed the rhythmic sound of John's bed-head hitting the wall. "It just got me going," Lisa finished with her eyes downcast. "I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry, it won't happen again," she finished.When Bill didn't answer, Lisa looked up to find him looking from her to the thumping wall. His hand was absently moving up and down on his towel covered crotch."Oh, God, that is so hot!" Lisa thought as she watched her dad slowly masturbate in. Bill whispered in my ear,guess what I found. I giggled and said I don't know. He rubbed his fingers around it till I was hard. He pulled me over in front of him and moved his hand back around to my butt,and pressed me against him. He turned Dan facing him, with his hand still under him. I noticed Dan close his eyes and lean his head back. He stopped kicking and relaxed. I looked over and seen bills hand moving under Dan but couldn't see what he was doing. I must have slipped, for I felt Bill's.