The sounds seemed never-ending, and almost drove him out of his mind.‘Fuck… Alf is a real bastard,’ Martin thought to himself.When Martin finall... heard the door of the spare room next to him open and then close, followed shortly by the door of the main room, Martin was hyperventilating.As he lay on his bed for the next half hour, Martin’s annoyance reached boiling point.‘Fuck, this… I’m sick of being the odd man out,’ Martin ruminated as he made his way to Adele’s room.As she lay on her back. It was not long before Nick positioned himself on top of Holly. Once again she tensed up. He whispered softly into her ear. Whatever he said seemd to work. Holly exhaled soft sigh. I moved closer to the bed so that I could get a better view of the momnet Nick pops Holly's cherry. The fear was still pretty well written on her face. She reached out her hand and a held it. With my free hand I reached out and began to stroke Nick's muscular ass. It had a very light covering of hair. I watched I. He ran the water against my inner thighs and then moved it up until it hit my pussy. I gasped and grabbed the railings to keep from falling. My hips lurched forward as the warm water pelted my pussy, thighs, and clit. I was breathing fast and then the water was gone. I looked down just in time to see his smile before his face buried into my crotch. His tongue hit my clit immediately and I squealed. I let go of the railings and grabbed his head. I leaned back against the wall and held. " Her clinching asshole milked out all my cumm and I slid off her. "I guess Bob still hasn't found out what a hot fucking wife he's got, has he?" I inquired as I sat up and started to straighten up my clothes.She continued to lay there for a minute, with her hot sexy crotch exposed, as she regained her composure. "Better get up and cover that up before I decide on a full meal instead of just a snack," I laughed jokingly as I rubbed my hand over her exposed swollen pussylips."No, Bob still.