Mr. Michaels had given her the code to the push button entry lock for the front door via text earlier in the day and told her to let herself in when s...e got there. She opened the door at 6:22.She found Mr. Michaels sitting on the couch watching TV as she walked in. She started to say hi when she saw the action on the screen. She saw Conner on top of her fucking away. Her legs were up and her face looked out from the screen. A look lost in the moment of ecstasy. Conner had her tit in his. She was wearing stockings and a garter belt with the hose tops dark and smoky against her milky white thighs that were jiggling with the action of her fingers in her pussy. Her long dark hair hung across her shoulders, and like her thighs, was moving in rhythm to her masturbation. The scent of lilacs filled the air as did the sound of her fingers squishing in and out of her sopping wet pussy.Her lace panties, which no doubt matched her bra, was pulled aside revealing her dark pubic hair as. I grabbed both of them and held them against eachother in my fist grinding into it. Gav was breathing heavily down my back, his chin on my shoulder. I felt his weight leave my shoulder and his lips and tounge begin making their way down my chest. His lips reached my scrotum and I groaned in acticipation until I suddenly felt his mouth cover the tip of me. I pushed further into his mouth presssing his head against me. His mouth moved back and forth across the surface of my cock and then his. I haven’t been able to do it since then unless I can see you.”“So, can you hear me thinking? Or what?”“Well, it’s just like when you connect to me and we talk that way. Every time I wanted to say something for you to hear, I have to ... I guess I think it to you. And then when we started sharing our bodies and I could like choose to use one of your arms or something, it came out of that somehow. I wanted to know what was going on, so it just came natural like how I could choose which hand to.