(parent?).Randy untangled himself from Sandy and climbed out of bed to go to the bathroom. A glance at the clock showed 1:55am. Sleepily, he doesn’t...bother to turn on the lights or even close the bathroom door, nor put on any clothes. Still with a morning woody and afterglow from him and his sister’s romps last night, he finishes and then notices sounds from another room. He tiptoes first into the living room but doesn’t notice his mom’s coat and shoulder bag by the door in the darkness. He. He took that key and started to pump his hips against him, giving his own moans. God he looked amazing. My eyes trailed down his body and then down to our meeting hips. The sight of his cock going in and out of me just made me moan louder. The sounds of my juices sent him into a moaning frenzy. His hips worked harder and he leaned down, sucking my left nipple into his mouth. His tongue traced it and his other hand started to play with my other nipple. His rocking started to get faster. He. I walked up to the foot of the bed and knelt down getting a straight on view into her love canal. I signaled to the rest several times to join me, but they never moved away from the door. I stood up and was about to turn to leave when Tracy suddenly noticed me standing there.I sent the command I had ready in case that happened, causing her to gasp. The gasp wasn’t from shock or surprise, but from the pleasure she had felt when she realized she was being watched.She felt my gaze burning holes. "How do you do it?" I asked. "Is it drugs?" Do what?" she asked looking concerned."Be so damn cheerful at 8AM?" I asked."Well it isn't drugs. I attend the local college here and don't get a lot of sleep. I guess I'm punch drunk a lot of the time." I would never be able to handle all that and still stay so upbeat. You are a marvel," I said."I totally agree," Sylvia commented.After the girl had gone Sylvia added, "She probably never saw anyone killed by a sniper." No she probably didn't, but that.