While I was having a shower, somebody entered the toilet. I thought it might be mom or dad, I didn’t even care. But, after a moment, somebody sneeze... inside the toilet.I instantly said, “God bless you,” in a loud voice while showering and I heard some giggle. “Wait, who was that?” I thought.I knew it wasn’t my mom or dad. After a moment, I heard someone stepped out of the toilet and heard the footsteps going upstairs. Then I thought it must be the married girl who lived upstairs, but why did. Still, not a single word had been spoken but Margaret fetched a chair from the kitchen and placed it in the living room. She took her hairbrush from her handbag and looked at the open-mouthed Richard Moran and said, "Trousers down."He stood stunned for a moment because although he had been hoping for something like this for years he still could not believe that it was actually happening."Trousers down now," said Margaret with a bit more force and Richard found his hands fiddling with his belt. I was harder than I’d ever been, the veins were standing out and my shiny purple knob was coated with clear pre-cum. She looked up at her husband and smiled as he took a couple of photos, then she bent down and put it in her mouth. I heard the camera clicking but the only thing I could think about was how amazing it felt being inside her.“Ok, that’ll do for now.” She sat up but left her cardigan open. “You better put this away,” she said giving my cock a quick rub. “It’s one thing if a few. He let his hands travel across her back, then to the front. He undid the buttons to her blouse one by one, and then slipped it off her shoulders when he was done.The sound of her blouse hitting the floor was covered by her sigh as he nibbled on her neck. He saw right away that this was one of her front clasping bras, and delighted in squeezing her large jugs together in order to free them from their cumbersome prison. She sighed again when it hit the floor, and he trapped her breasts with his.