Ross said, “They need to get out of there and fast. I can see traffic coming up the hill behind us.”Laura said, “Do something.”Ross started ho...king his horn and driving toward the bridge slowly. Cars came up behind him. He put on his turn signal and as slowly as possible started a left hand turn effectively blocking the road. Then he turned off his ignition. The cars behind him started honking their horns at him. The kids were peddling their bikes across the bridge. Apparently the girls managed. He looked into the open window, the cheap, white lace curtains blowing in the breeze as he crept through, quietly lowering himself into her bedroom. He stood silent for a second as he looked at her, such a beautiful angel, wrapped in an old blanket on top of the beat up mattresses that were her bed. He looked around the tiny room, seeing a cheap cardboard dresser, and nothing else. No perfume, make up or anything feminine that would mark a girls room, nothing that spoke of her character or her. When she was satisfied that I had understood what she wanted, she lowered her head and let it dangle off the mattress. A barely audible sob left her lips as she offered her ass to me, ever so slightly lifting it into the air. She silently had given me her permission and trust, to mark her as I saw fit. I folded my belt and struck her ass again, harder. She bit down hard on the maroon bed cover, her hands clenched into fists. The belt bit in to her soft flesh for a third time. She winced and. Probably realising that it was me, my wife pushed back as I watched her cute ass rub against his pelvis and his cock go ever deeper.Now I was totally horny and had already slipped my shorts off and was applying a little KY to my own cock while I slid my fingers up and down to the beat. I watched the repair guy rock back and forth, sliding his cock inside and hearing a muffled moan each time he did from under the covers.I happily wanked away and saw him watching me also, then he reached out and.