This was my cue to make my way up the steps being as quiet as I could be. I could already hear moaning and groaning coming from the room. I slowly cre...t up the stairs until I reached the top. I had a nervous feeling in my gut but at this point I figured even if they catch me listening they would have more explaining to do than me. I stood in the hall way listening to the two of them do what they did the night before.I could hear what sounded like Marie sucking on his penis. Loud sloppy sucks. *Mr. Weston had always intrigued me. He was about Dad’s age but I found him quite appealing. The few times our families socialized, he was always the affable good host, but his congeniality was balanced with a reserve that piqued my curiosity.The evening when I had worn a new pair of too-high heels to one of the Westons’ summer parties and stupidly tripped while navigating the stairs, a pair of strong arms kept me from tottering to the floor.“Careful, Fiona.” Mr. Weston’s authoritative voice. I actuallyliked looking after the hens, feeding them, collecting the eggs and seeingthey were securely shut in at night so the foxes didn't get them. Cleaningout the sheds was another matter especially in the heat wave. With fifteenbirds to a shed, in a week they made a lot of mess and Tuesdays and Wednesdaysthey were cleaned by rota by one of six people. It was bad enough to do itonce especially as the heat made the stench almost unbearable and you neededa long hot shower afterwards to get rid. The husband was around 38 years old, his wife (the main character of this story) was appx 32 years old. Let me describe you about Sonia (aunty name) she is married for 7 years and with clear cut white face and fig- 40d-36-38 she has very friendly nature and when she walks her moving ass and big boobs make me mad.Her husband is a businessman who is out on tours and doesn’t have time to look at his wife who is a sex bomb, she soon became a good neighbor of ours.Daily she and my mom use to talk.