She strained to hear the voices on the other side of the door but this room was well insulated for sound. She thought she heard at least two voices bu... she wasn’t sure. Who could have been at the door, she wondered. The mailman, a neighbor, or the cute young man who mowed her lawn? Then she thought again, maybe it was Ryan’s wife. None of these options boded well for her. Becky felt Ryan’s cum slowly run down her thighs. Her pussy ached from the intense fucking she received but she felt alive. “We just made Dad cum in your mouth, so I don't think so. Did you like it?”“Doing that with him? Yeah!” Kiersten giggled.“Look,” my daughter said, pointing at the smear of semen on her perky breast. “I got that off your big boobies when we were kissing.”“I like your breasts better, Jamie. They fit your body so well, not like my big knockers.”“Are you kidding? Every girl in our class would kill to have boobs like yours! Why do you think we teased you back when we were kids? We saw how the. "The world is yours Dan, you will come back from this better andstronger than before!" he declared to himself, fixing his hair andbrushing his coat off. He admired himself again, this time altering hisposture back to the strutting, confidant man he had always been. After afew more moments of self encouragement he made to turn away. That's whenhe noticed a piece of parchment, taped carefully to the window. Normallyhe would dismiss such things, but the oddly familiar handwriting toyedwith his. It would be tragic to ruin it all with a negative reaction from her. On the other hand, she had moved in closer to me, had not hesitated to thrash her tongue around inside my mouth, and, it seemed, that her moaning and purring with each long kiss was an invitation to do more. I cupped my hand around her breast and squeezed, feeling her nipple in the palm of my hand. She said nothing and did nothing, except moan louder and stick her tongue down my throat. “That feels so good.” she told me. Like.