Norris from the living room.The most interesting of the arrivals was Diana, as she was wearing quite a sexy nightie. Not even close to blatantly sexy ... not transparent or with large gaps, for example - but it was still very nice. Short-ish, very slightly translucent, and tight enough that it showed her unrestrained figure off very nicely. I could tell from my lifelong, dedicated self-training, that she wasn't wearing a bra and probably not panties either. On second thought, almost certainly not. It was approaching noon when I arrived home, sweating heavily and having run some of the anxiety out of my body. But I was no closer to understanding my feelings or knowing what I should do next than when I left.Mom was sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee and nursing her daily hangover. If she stayed true to form, she would start drinking sometime in the late afternoon, be drunk before dinner and be asleep by eight or nine o'clock tonight. I felt badly for her. I wished I knew how to. Earlier that week I had made a duck blind with all the green leaved branches that were around the area. It took me abut a week to build it just right . In my hideout, I watched as they were naked on a blanket fucking their brains out .She was laid on her back legs spread wide up in the air, and he was driving his hard cock slow and deep into her pussy. He was thrusting his hard cock deeply in her I could see and hear him as he pounded her tight pussy.His balls were slapping her ass She was loud. Spread those legs, too – I want to see your whore-box wide open!” Jesus, she thought, did he really call it a whore-box?! Mary struggled to not laugh. He licked the juice on the dildo as she moved onto the bed. She met John’s eyes briefly, winked hard and ran her tongue over her lips at him as he continued to masturbate. The marrieds held a silent conversation.I’m having fun, baby.I know you are, hon. She took her new position, dress still on. Mary’s shapely butt now faced her.