She finally confronted him with her suspicions. He was working on a project, and NO, he was not fucking around on her. She needed someone who she coul... talk with over a few drinks.I wandered over. She was sitting at the kitchen island, looking very drunk, relaxed and with a huge glass of wine in front of her. She ran her fingers through her long thick hair, and invited me in, I sat on a stool beside her. She leaned over, her boobs in a low cut top pressing against her to spill out. Her legs. . ooh" he went onI couldn't move, I just enjoyed the feeling of this big piece of meat FILLING me, as the first spasms hit,and I came, there sat astride this big dicked rock star. He put his hand over my mouth to shut me up, as I AM noisy! His hand smelt of my pussy as well, at least it was MYpussy I suppose. "Do you want me to wank you off?" I offered. "No" he said "I'm still really hard, just stay there and get your breath back, and we'll go again" ... o kay" I said, I think I giggled a. I made myself not see walls or the furnace as we tried to find it. Way at the back of the pantry I could see what was making the noise, just not how to get to it. We looked all over until Trudy found a trap door in the corner of the laundry room. All the noise was from a sump pump down in the crawl space that was trying hard to pump out a lot of water.Bet that was the other breaker that blew. Hose blew off the pipe and is just getting dumped right back out into pit where it goes to get pumped. I sat in the bar, trying really hard to disguise my erection under the table with the thoughts of what was happening in our room. I had to tactfully time my trips to the bar to get a drink whilst my hard on wasn't so obvious. I was ready to burst.About an hour later I get a text from Sara saying ' Want to join us?'. I grabbed my pint, put my other hand in my jeans pocket to try and hide the obvious erection I was proudly sporting and headed up to our room. I walked in to what can only be.