"Yes, but you carry on, my wife is in the bedroom." I replied, "I've got some football to watch."I settled down in front of the TV as I heard the clic... clack of Jane's high heel's fade into the background. Unfortunately the game was rained off so I switched off the TV disappointedly. Just then I heard some giggling coming from upstairs. This aroused my curiosity and I decided to investigate.I carefully crept along as quietly as I could. Luckily the door was slightly open and I could peek. I'll take you, Mark and Kasey with me when I look at the inside of it. It's just in the preliminary stages as far as this particular house but our plan is to be together for quite a while."Kelly nodded."Thanks, Carrie," she said. "I guess it is my business but I know Mike well enough to know that he would never put the kids in danger. If Kasey and Mark want to go with you then they can. But I don't need to see if it is appropriate. If Mike is willing for the kids to stay there then I'm sure it. "The food will be out presently, they said, so we might as well have a cup of tea while we wait."He looked across at her hopefully, and Miranda sat down and arranged the cups and poured the tea."Ahh, that's just what I needed." She sighed after taking a sip of the strong brew. "I've not had a drink since first thing this morning."Peter frowned across at her. "Didn't Mrs Rogers tell you about the little room just at the end of your corridor?"Miranda took another sip of her tea. "We were so busy. I stood as motionless as I could, rooted to the floor, holding myself erect in a good approximation of the position of "attention." I gripped her pelvis and buttocks tightly and half-turned her whole body from side to side, shaking her and skewering her. Only her shoulders, her hands and the back of her head touched her covers. She looked frightened, staring at me between her heaving breasts, her rib cage stretching her skin, throat arched and veins popping. I smiled, looking down where we were.