“Well if you knocked I would have let you in.”“Its more fun this way, you can catch someone doing something, like looking at porn, sneaking some...ne in the house, or in this case, jerking off in the shower,” she giggled.“No I wasn't jerkin it, yet,” I mumbled. “Now I see why everyone always lock their doors here.”“If they wouldn't lock them, then I wouldn't have to pick them, now stop blabbering and scoot over, we don't have much time.”“You shouldn't even be in here, all our parents are right. That a guy would woo her (I thought whilst I was away on holiday recently) and I would have the same thing done to me that I did to another guy recently. Not that I deliberately manipulated the situation to have that effect, but after speaking to Katrina for a short time (even before I’d seen how beautiful she was) I knew that she was going to be very special to me and my heart opened to her. It was later on that we knew it was not just a passing flirtation and that we were somehow 2 separate. Attempted? Ooops. Did! Whatever my husband and Sandy was or was not doing in their dimly lit area, being felt up topless sure freeked me out some. Until... Ritchie went after my neck and nipples. I am like spastic then. Dim as the lights were in their corner, I could still see that Sandy was tugging out my husbands cock and stroking away happily. Then he seemed to go over and top of Sandy and I realized......... "I think he's fucking Sandy?" Ohh. "Move," she commands, even as she's moving him, grinning crookedly as he stumbles backwards, enabling her to scoop up her luggage and scoot past him.The defeated man actually appears to have deflated, shrinking back within himself like a reprimanded child. For perhaps the thirteenth time since the argument started, he ones a hand through his hair as he finds himself overwhelmed by yet another bout of speechlessness. He manages to stutter out a few syllables with obvious effort, "B--But, but.