My laptop got switched off. Judy’s jeans shirt was lying on the floor along with her pantie and my shorts, her skirt was lying down near the bathroo... door. When I heard the flush sound, I knew Judy might come out. I was lying down straight facing the ceiling.When Judy came out from the bathroom, it was really hot to see – her boobs were hanging down, not even a single cloth on her body. I asked her to come near me and said, “Let’s play a game”.Judy: Kutta, stop being a kid. We need to go to. I responded."Oh Frank fuck me ... Ive wanted this so long, get it all the way in, go on fuck it"He began to thrust at me, his old cock now buried deep up me. a few thrusts and he was in deep, right up to his sagging balls..."Go on ride her hard Frank, this cunt is one little fucking slut" ... Bill was staring intently at me...I was wanking his cock and staring back..."Oh yes Bill I am, I am yours ... go on Frank shag me, shag me fucking hard"Frank kept up a steady pace, all the time being urged. I owned a music store in the local mall and it was always busy. We sold music, videos, players and video games. One of my innovations was a small soda/burger shop at the back of the store that quickly became a teen hangout. It kept my store full of teens, and was very profitable. They loved the free internet access and I made the prices very competitive, we were much cheaper than the food court.I watched her come in through the door, wearing a little short skirt and a spaghetti strap top that. Beads of sweat glistened on her wet pussy. I pretended not to notice and got on finishing the job in hand. The only giveaway was my raging hard-on in my tight jeans. "There you go Steph" I said "That's the job done". "Thanks Jim" said Stephanie "Why don't you pop into the house and I'll fix up you some cake I just baked for Lionel". We had a quick coffee and some cake and I was about to make my excuses when Steph asked for one more favour. The washing machine was leaking from the back.