‘Jennifer?’ I called. Oh shit. Real Freudian slip there. ‘I mean, Anna? I’m so sorry you saw that, honey. Please give me a chance to make it u... to you.’ ‘Go away!’ Muffled sniffles. ‘I’m so embarrassed I could die!’ ‘Just give me a chance,’ I pleaded. ‘We’ll make supper together, and then if you still want to go home we’ll go, OK?’ Silence. I rattled the bathroom doorknob and to my surprise the door swung open. Either she had unlocked it or it was never really locked…was this an invitation or. From the lookout cam, I got the image of Sylvia manipulating the lock and Peter standing beside her. I wondered what the hell had happened to bring them to my door after 1AM. I moved over to the bed and stripped to my chemise and panties. I lay down under the blankets and pretended to sleep."You left the coffee pot on," Sylvia said."Busted, I have only been in bed a few minutes. I was across the street till midnight." I admitted. "So what brings you here at 1AM. I know it can't be sex." No you. "First we need to clean you up a bit, then we will talkabout this. Your makeup has run and we need to fix it. At least get thisoff. We can do a better job in the washroom at school." Oh no," she wailed, "on top of everything else, now I look horrible." You don't look horrible, or at least you won't when I finish with you.Hold still and tell me what happened after I left." Dad called at about 7 p.m., I guess when he got to his room in Toronto.I didn't get a chance to talk to him, because he and. My hand was working my shaft in synchrony with his plunges into her pussy. It looked like he came in mid-fuck and kept going for a second shot. She kissed him adieu, rested a bit, and went inside, probably to shower. She was back outside at her usual afternoon time.This repeated about every other day during the week. On weekends she’d fool around with her husband in an irregular, whenever-the-mood-struck schedule. The motion sensing feature worked pretty well for catching that, I.