It smelt pretty good and enjoyed the dinner. We got up to wash our hands and her husband showed me to my bedroom which was next to the kitchen and to ...y delight I had a full view of the kitchen from the side of the bed where my head would rest!! I was so excited because in my head I was thinking if I could see his wife working there then I could sneak in a few long peeks from my room! Her husband then told me to call him if I needed anything in his broken English and left. A mosquito net was. I love to hearhim moan in pain as I do this...sigh.Then as my sexy thighs increase their painful pressure on his weakened body, Ibegin to fuck him. I squeeze him even harder in my legs and make him tell mehow weak he is as I gyrate my hips back and forth taking his little body withme. I scissor him until he submits to me over and over while I fuck him.Usually I won't scissor the cute boy until he passes out and I'll eventuallylet him cum.Other times I like to toy with them more. I like to lean. We fell asleep in the living room both of us on the couch at opposite ends. I woke up hearing moaning sounds in the kitchen. I nudged at Carla to wake her up, before she could say anything I put my finger to my mouth as a sign to ... SHHH. She heard the moans in the kitchen too. We tip toed over to the door way, not standing on the steps that lead up to the kitchen, and peaked in ... it was Peter moaning erotically. It seemed like he was getting a blow job from one of his girlfriends, we could. Absolutely not!With a cold beer in one hand and a candle in the other, Michael carefully navigated his way through the dark hallway. As he neared his daughter’s door he suddenly stopped. He felt bad about the way he had pushed her away when all she had been doing was trying to soak up some much needed warmth, but if she only knew the lust-filled thoughts that had been running rampant inside his head, while she innocently touched his bare flesh, she’d understand. Not that he intended to ever.