It was then that she noticed the keypad on the wall and figured they had done more than moving boxes.Not long after she got back inside she heard the ...eighbors door close with exuberance, shortly after some music started. Assuming he was home it started to drive her crazy not knowing anything about him. She listened all night and only heard music. He didn’t even seem to be moving himself in. No moving furniture, knocking over things, boxes falling over, and cussing at the top of his lungs, or. And I’m going to love it. Beg him for it. PLEAD for it.”“Yes, Lisa, beg me you hot big-tit slut.”She glanced back, eye-fucking him. “Please. Please, daddy. My slutty ass needs it. I’m begging you. You already came in my pussy and in my mouth. My ass needs all your warm big dick baby batter. Every last fucking drop. Please. PLEASE. Gimmie that huge load of yummy semen. If I didn’t want it in my ass so much I’d drink every thick salty drop. Maybe I’ll eat it out of my ass. Jesus your bad boy cum. She needed relief, now!"Carl, is there someplace we can go? To be alone?" Hanna breathed into his ear. "I heard there's a storage room just off the gym floor, let's try that," Carl answered.The gym had a layer of carpet, protecting the hardwood floor. When not in use, the carpet was stored in a room just behind the bleachers. Carl and Hanna made their way to this quiet little room.The room felt cool. A single dim light bulb cast dark shadows over the room. A stack of exercise mats formed a bed. "Ann needed no further encouragement. As she stood, she dropped her skirt. Then she tugged her bikini panties right up into her hairy cunt so her bush bristled at the sides and her lower cunt-lips oozed in exposure. Next, she closed the distance between her and wide-eyed Brad."Eat it, stud," she said to her seated brother. "Suck my panties out of my horny cunt and eat right through me while my Pete and your Helen watch. Maybe it'll give 'em some ideas about each other and we'll have ourselves.