''we smoke on his balconyi was feeling good, his weed was nice and relaxing''i like it here, montreal is nice, away from my stupid family''i learn how...he ran from them without letting anyone know where he wasi tried to ask him why but it seem hard for him to talk about itwe got inside and i look at him say its better I show than talk about it''i may be very wrong about you, but i cant hold it anymore''the tv light upand i saw him on screen i didnt understand because the video seemed to be. He would likethat.Then I smelled cum. Fresh cum. Greg had probably beenmasturbating since I left yesterday. Oh, what a shame.He deserved a nice hug and kiss as well as a killerblowjob.I got to the doorway of Greg's bedroom, pushed it tosurprise him and ...got surprised instead.Horrified is a better word.I hardly believe it myself, even now.The sight almost burned my retinas.Greg was on his back, knees up. Pubic area drenchedwith the residue of multiple orgasms. He was wearing apink nightie,. A minute passes; he removes his hand from her mouth.She gasps for air and let?s out a moan. As he fucks her hard, she attempts toreach back to strike him. ?Please! Stop!? Pulling her upright by the hair, ?You have wanted this allnight.? He can sense that she is close to coming. Again, he coversher nose and mouth and squeezes her throat tightly. She struggles in response. Without a breath or a moan, she begins to come, convulsingand squeezing his cock hard. Then her cunt suddenly releases. My ‘guest’ took in the living room, then moved to the kitchen. She glanced longingly at the hall to the bedrooms but didn’t go further. The basement door received a glance, so too did the garage door. I followed the chocolate foot-long ponytail, as it took in the living area of my house. My eyes were well off her ass, at that point.“The kitchen needs new cabinets. But you knew that. Before you ask, I’m seventeen. I haven’t seen my dad since I was four and my mom in two years. She went to live.