Pastry Chef went home sick ....i should have called, go back to sleep." Layla collapsed back into her pillow and watched as her girlfriend undressed b...fore her in the darkness. Alanna unbuttoned her Chef coat tossing it in the laundry with a wet thump. It was still pouring outside, her bra was next. She unclasped the back and tossed it aside missing the basket completely. Layla knew she was tired from working so late and whispered, " You sound wet , take a nice hot shower hun, you'll feel much. We have sex ed at school! You don’t have to tell me…” John interrupted, still flustered. “Very well. Did they also teach you about the changes to your body and behaviour during puberty?” Connor was as serious and devoid of emotion as when he started. “Well, yeah, sort of…” “Did you know about getting muscle definition, your voice cracking, your shoulders broadening and the appearance of bodily hair?” “Yes! You don’t have to nitpick, dad!” “How about the growing of your penis, wet dreams and the. She went back to the living room and I could hear them she kept saying please we need to go to the bedroom and dad said no that he was happy right were he was. It got quiet and I thought dad had left so I got up to get some water in the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks there was my mom on her knees sucking his dick as he leaned back on the couch his eyes closed and mom bobbing her head up and down taking his cock all the way down her throat she looked at me our eyes meeting and she just. The woman’s hips bucked in the air with every pelvic thrust from her lover. Lucia grabbed a hold of her chest, trying to prevent her breasts from bobbing in multiple directions from Freddie’s hard thrusting. She pinched her nipples between her pointer finger and thumb, sending very pleasant sensations down between her legs. Every minute or so, Freddie let more length enter her wet junction, and Lucia welcomed it with a louder and longer moan. When the entire length penetrated her, Lucia slid.