I was smoking on the balcony and I saw dad about to get home so I came back in. She had her back to the door so I slipped out without her noticing.”...“Oh shit. Did you see anything?” “Nah, I didn’t want to look and have her catch me looking.”“Damn, that’s a real shame. She’s hot as fuck.”“Yup she totally is.” I decided not to tell my brother what I had just seen. First, I didn’t want Colleen finding out I was perving on her. Second, I wanted this dirty little secret all to myself. Those images. The argument had reached a point that none of them ever had before, with both of them screaming obscenities continuously. Or no, what Lydia said avoided the dirty words, and was the more vehement and cutting for it. What Fred called her she obviously wasn’t, however much he might want her to be Then the front door slammed. Kyle assumed that Lydia had gotten fed up and left – until he heard crying from the next room. When he stuck his head out, there was Lydia, five foot five of nice body in a. The floor was strewn with old papers. Faded advertisements for singers who had either gone on to fame, or faded into obscurity, forgotten like the room. He dug a key out from his pocket and opened the door.A single, 40 watt light-bulb, dangling from a wire, lit the room in a soft glow. Scanning the room, he could see the boxes and dressers that held his belongings. A coat-rack in the corner did double duty, holding two suits that had gone out of style with the Rat-Pack, along with a second rack. She's liking that cock deep in her throat. He still not satisfied, grabs her hair pulling her head all the way to his abdomen. His cock so deep in her throat it's actually choking her, she's terrified and yet loves it all the same. He suddenly gets bored. Pulls his out his cock. Walks around behind her, uncuffs one hand without a word he walks her over to the bed. “Get up there woman, on your knees.” he barks. Again cuffs both hands around one of the cast-iron polls on her knees facing the.