I went into the kitchen to pour myself coffee. I planned to head up to the second floor to relax and watch the traffic move past my window.Yes, I had ...eard the background noise, but it got automatically processed and it fell into the 'not a threat'category, so of no real interest. When I climbed the stairs, I knew what the noise was. It was not a fan with a bad bearing, or a bird sitting on the air vent outside chirping. It Sylvia and Peter screwing in my bed.Since they didn't seem to notice. That's why he kept trying to catch the rays with an open mouth, laughing all by himself.It was a Monday. One of those Mondays when you just look at the world outside your window and instantly become enthralled; when you just take off, and go fishing. When you just feel like ten years old, sitting on a bench having ice-cream, bathing in the sun like school's out and is never in session, ever again. The kind of day the world could burn for all you care.When he arrived at the house, he noticed a. I was sure the bastard was going to cry police brutality or some other stupid complaint.No one seemed to care about the woman he had brutalized, only that his rights had been abused. I still believed in my actions. I noticed that there were several other officers including my partner Les in the room already and that there were large video screens there. Oh boy, I thought. I'll get to see myself beat the shit out of that asshole.A man wearing one of those three thousand dollar suits that only. She slowly walked up the first 4 stairs before I grabbed the top of her shorts and made her stop. I reached around and unbuckled her shorts letting them fall on the stairs. I placed my hand on her back and pushed her over so that her hands, and top of her head were on the next set of steps. I then took two fingers and spread her pussy lips and inserted each one. As I slid them in and out of her hot pussy a small suction noise could be heard as it rumbled up the stairs and against the wall. She.