She was a pretty girl, small for eighteen but cute in all the right places. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled them up a little causing...the slit of her pussy to become slightly visible through the thin cotton material. Chloe straightened the red bow on the front and smoothed the material over her privates. She pouted at herself in the mirror. The curve of her belly was just visible between the hem of her pink t shirt and the white elastic band of her panties. She wasn’t sure if. She was rolling her hips like a pole dancer on speed making delicious grunting noises like it was an experience she wanted to savor for a long time.It was one of those moments when your greedy sexual appetite prays that you will see the entire incident right up to the final spurting of sperm-laden spunk into your new step-mother’s gut and hear her squeals of delight as she was stretched to the maximum limit.I knew instinctively that they both were aware of my presence. That knowledge alone was. I did not have the knowledge, the tools, nor even the inclination to do it myself. It sat outside and weathered for a couple of weeks even after it was finished in February. I couldn’t make a decision on my next move.It was valentines day when I found a contractor with experience in installing metal barn style buildings. He made the frame from sturdy wooden components. He was able to purchase the metal siding and roofing directly from the maker according to him. I showed him the slab. He left. I could hear her moans getting louder and louder over the computer microphone, and I could see that his fingers looked very wet from hurt horny pussy leaking on his fingers. After doing this for a little bit he got up and put his condom on and slide his hard throbbing cock slowly into her nice wet pussy. He began to slowly pump his cock in and out of my wife’s pussy, and I was enjoying every second of it. Then he raised her legs up in the air and began pounding her pussy very hard. I could.