A sudden spasm of alarm constricted her neck, but she relaxed and smiled to herself as she regarded Binta's head on the pillow and recalled the passio... of the night before.It had happened so fast! And it had been so much more pleasant than she'd imagined. Her own previous gropings and fumblings with boys in Rif seemed so sordid and unpleasant in comparison. Part of her felt a pang of guilt and shame. She had after all committed a crime, the consequences of which she knew only too well from. . I promised her I would not be suspicious and I did give her the free pass.But I'm not a dummy. That day I went online and found a Trojan horse for her cell phone and sound activated recorders for the home phone and inside her car. I also got two Blue Ray wireless pencil nanny-cams and put one in our bedroom and the other in the guest bedroom. The recorder for the cameras was in a dark corner of the basement that I knew Nicole never visited since it was filled with spider webs and she hated. Mikayla’s grin began to wither at the size of the bed, before dropping completely when she saw the guitar case leaning in the far corner of the room. Abigail rolled one side of the sliding doors to the big closet open, exposing Gabriel’s side of the closet, stuffed with his things. She turned with a grin at her sister. “No walk in, but most of our stuff fits in there.” Her mother snorted. “This is worse than I thought. You’ve turned into a groupie.” Abigail’s jaw dropped at her mother’s. It's not long before his face contorts into features mixed with both pleasure and shock, and his movements become less gentle and more urgent. I grab his buttocks, squeezing as he picks up speed, pumping his cock in and out of me like this is the only thing our bodies were made for. His moans get louder and I feel a familiar warmth and tingling build up between my thighs."Oh Peter, you're doing a wonderful job. Keep going," I beg."Ms Gardner..." he says, his voice strained.I let go of his.