Her eyes were red and she kept sniffing. Even to a fourteen year old boy it was obvious that she had been crying. Being inexperienced in those things,...I was unsure what to do. So I didn't do anything. We spent a few hours watching TV in relative silence.Just before her soap operas came on she fixed me a sandwich and fell into tears while she was spreading the mustard. I asked her what was wrong. Now, I had known Elaine for about three years longer than her husband had at that point. I'd always. As she pulled my boxers down, my cock pops out. She immediately grips the base of my cock and like a pro takes me completely in her mouth. I moan ‘Kim’, grabbing a hand full of her dirty blonde hair, I guide her up and down the shaft of my rock hard erection. I think to myself I am fucking our IT girl’s mouth. I can’t take it anymore her mouth feels so good but her pussy would feel better. Her eyes lock with mine, I grin. Immediately, I guide her with the fist full of hair to my mouth. I kiss. What the fuck was she doing in her host's bedroom? bloody hell, she was opening one of her clothes drawers. She closed it again. I had got no idea who it was, I couldn't see from under the bed. Nice perfume, expensive shoes (predictable), decent legs from what I could see. She opened another drawer. Closed it. What was she looking for? Another drawer opened. Oh my God! She was in the underwear drawer and taking out a pair of her host's knickers, my partner's knickers! I could hear her breathing. "Ha!" she said triumphantly, "Beat that!"But when she looked up, Samantha was back at the tree, leaning against it and watching with a smile. Hannah was confused for a moment before going up to join her."Given up, have ya?"Samantha's yellow t-shirt clung tightly to her young body, and Hannah could make out her sister's swollen nipples rising up and down."What's up?"The next thing she knew, Hannah was on the ground. Samantha was laughing as the twins rolled over one another down the small knoll..