You’re silently walking toward your parents’ bedroom in the middle of the night as you have done so many times before. The sounds of them having s...x are loud and clear, since they never bother to close the door. You have often wondered why they don’t seem to care about you hearing them. You imagine that your father is probably often in too much of a hurry to fuck his wife, that there simply isn’t time for them to think about whether anyone see or hear them.As you get to the door, you make sure. ”She put her head on my shoulder as I carried her into the living room and lay her in front of the fireplace. Its embers were almost gone but I threw on some more Aspen logs and soon had a great fire going. Betty was sitting up, lazily scratching herself and yawning.“Why did you want me in your bed?” she asked, the words garbled by another yawn.“Betty, I understand you do not like to suck cock or take it up the ass. I am going to change that.”Instantly, she was wide awake, her eyes big, her. You feel horny and wanton and you want to come again. The men have switched. Now the other man is being sucked. You see that another man has taken the place of the first one fucking the lady behind the couch. Olivia is stroking herself and thrusting her fingers into her cunny. You see the young girl from across the room has come over. She smiles at you and watches you playing. She sits down next to you. She gently touches your leg. ‘Is this OK?’ she asks. You nod, ‘Oh — yes.’ And you squeal and. Claire was at the window a bit earlier and at first I thought she would be done and gone before my wife went off to work, but afterwards, I realised it was probably so she could be sure to see her go! Anyway, I'm there as normal, shirt on, but undone and a good semi showing at the front and there's Claire, kneeling in front of the window, so I can just see her head and that she's putting on her makeup. She waits until I look up and then stands up, just a little back from the window, so I can.