You fluidly bounce on my erection, our eyes meeting intently and holding the gaze. Faster and faster you ride me. I buck my hips up to thrust into you... pushing my cock as deep in you as possible. For long minutes you ride me as hard as you can, our moans and sighs mixing with the rain beating on the roof. Finally, out of breath, you fall forward onto my chest embracing me. I can feel your heart beating against mine, both racing from our exertions and our excitement. I hug you tightly, kissing. I could feel the disappointment from my hiding place.She turned back around pulling her panties back up from her knees, the second scene had begun, as dad closed their bedroom door behind him, his clothes still in a pile on the floor, his socks still firmly on his feet. Mom’s breathing was perfectly normal, I could get no sign of her having had any satisfaction from him. My bag fell from my shoulder, I had been afraid to move from the moment I had come through the door. “Who’s there” Mom asked.. Frankly, two of the Power Five conferences have a leg up on the other three: the Big Ten and SEC. Those two are almost guaranteed to have a team in the Championship Series. The odd man out seems to be the Big 12,” Dad explained.I was impressed that Dad had done his homework.“Getting back to Notre Dame,” Dad said. “I think that they and Texas are two of the most overrated teams in the nation. Their ranking is based on history, and people just assume they’ll be good. What I would like to suggest. My fatheractually said, "Go on. We haven't had the pleasure of Becka's companyfor some time. It's a nice night. We'll be out on the patio."Sara and I went to Becka's room. There are still a lot of her clotheshere. The wig that I had worn for Linda's wedding was here. We'dpurchased a new one, still a strawberry blond, but it was shorter and wasa good look for a college co-ed. Amd that one was at the apartment. So,it was going to be the long wig. I looked through my chest of drawersand.