“Mrs. Johnson is not my mother.” He laughed at her. “So he married a brat and is raising one, too.” Tracy looked down at the carpet, wishing...she could crawl under it. She could not lose this job. Her father had clearly said it was her last chance--that he was done fixing her life and her problems. He didn’t have the money anymore, with the recession going on and on. Not to mention how much her step-mother spent. “Please...” she mumbled. “Please what, Miss Johnson?” “Please don’t fire me.”. " Brendon answered, before leaving her sight. Silently, he walked down the upstairs hall and passed the bathroom. He went into the guest bedroom/office area, instead. Cautiously, he sat in front of the computer and took a quick scan through the house with the webcams. Everything shot beautifully. With him finally sure that he'd set up everything to his liking, he sat a timer and shut off the monitor. He then left the room.As he began walking back downstairs, he peered around the corner and from. Suck a beautiful sight to see! I got behind her & pushed slowly, until all thick 7” were deep inside her wet, hot pussy. Oh, man, fucking her like this made me so hard, her wet pussy feeling so incredible. She immediately fucked me back, being lost in the moment, as I was. Her little pussy started making those slurpy sounds, letting me know she was really loving the moment, my big cock, us fucking in front of only God. She started jacking herself off as I fucked her slow & steady, wanting it to. He was 5ft 9" slim fit with dark blue trackies and had a dark grey hoodie on. He walked passed but looked back a few times heading towards the car park where my van was. I zipped up kinda semi and walked back to the van where a 6ft 4" skin head muscle bloke jogged past wearing a sports top and tshirt and short dark running shorts. It started to rain again but was horny and needing to empty my balls so I thought fuck it and went for a walk back in to the wooded area. I seen the muscle guy jog.