Mrs Atherton resembled her mother in many ways physically, the main difference being that she had inherited her father’s dark hair colouring; hers b...ing a rich, deep, chestnut shade, whereas Sir Walter’s was now thinning and turning to grey. She also had her father’s longer and straighter nose and fuller lips, but these did not detract from the fact that she was still a very beautiful young woman. Her mother greeted her at the door, whereas I chose to discretely absent myself until she was. Her hand was rubbing her pussy on the outside of her panties. She was breathing somewhat loudly. I stood there frozen. My conscious was telling me to quickly go back to the game, but my instinct was to stay and watch. Suddenly Ashley looked up and saw me standing there. Acting like I never saw her, I quickly looked away and walked to my room. I only wanted to grab my phone charger and go back to the couch, but I was afraid to walk back down the hall. I stood there, not knowing what to do. After. Me bhut chila rhi thi aaaaaaa nhiiiiii plzzzzz marooooo nhiiiiii bhutttt dardddd hota hai pr aaj to sunny apna badla lene wala tha aur meri gand ko puri tarah se lal karne ke baad sunny ne apna lund meri chut ke surat pe rakha aur jor se dhka maar ke lund meri chut mein de diya ab meri bhut chudai ho chuki thi isiliye choot mein zyada dard to nahi hua.Ab sunny meri jor jor se chudai kar raha tha aur main uske aage ahhhhhh oiiiii ohhhhhhh yaaaaaaa haiiiii niooooo aaaaaaaaaa esi awaze nikal rhi. .."I grinned at her. "Me, either." Wha... ?" My plan, such as it was, has officially run its course. I have no idea what we should do next, either. But one thing I am sure of: we can't concede any advantage to that person in there. At least some of what she told us in the coffee shop yesterday was bullshit. How much of it? I have no idea. Why did she want us, or you, specifically, back here? I have no idea. I want to find out those things without giving up anything. So — let's not get riled..