Oh shit, a screamer. Fortunately my next door neighbor was as perv who got off on hearing me fuck, so no wall knocking this time. Ever feel a pussy t...at seemed stuck on clench? Yeah, that kind of pussy. I knew NOT cumming in her was going to be a challenge. The fact that she was a grab your ass tight type of slut wife didn't help matters. Figured I would cross that bridge when I got to it. In the meanwhile I figured I would let all that pent up energy of hers go to work. I flipped her so. Rafaela slammed her door shut then music began playing. Angélica smirked from her doorway in her halter top.“Don't you have homework to do?” I snapped at her.That wiped the smirk off her face. She swallowed and closed her door, retreating into her room. Music came from her room, too. I headed to the hallway. I had to finish getting the chicken ready so we could have dinner sometime tonight. I approached the stairs.“Yes, yes, yes!” moaned from downstairs. I blinked. What was that?“Oh, my god.. She told me that she enjoyed our special relationship just as much as she enjoyed her new sisterly relationship with her mother. I agreed to guardedly continue, but cautioned her be careful not to give anything away by any actions between us. Karen never showed any signs of suspecting anything.There was only one time that I came close to creating suspicion. Taylor was at the kitchen sink peeling potatoes for dinner. I walked up behind her and reached over her to get a cup from the cabinet.. Now she’d lost it. She stopped suddenly in the hallway. There was something on the floor just outside the living room. She bent to check. It looked like someone’s come. But it couldn’t be Deacon Perkins’ come. He’d shot all of that into her. Whose was it? A chill spread through her and she straightened up. Bobby was watching Mrs. Parker through the slightly opened door and realized she’d seen the come he shot on the floor. Frightened, he took a step backward and his leg hit a rocking chair. He.