The bag of rose petals slipped through my fingers, falling silently onto the carpet of the short hallway. As slowly and quietly as I could, I crept cl...ser and closer to the bed, finally stopping about six feet away, still hopefully in the shadows, and watched.Katie's long, red hair flowed down over her shoulders, barely covering the tops of her uncovered breasts. Her face was a mask of passion. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she concentrated on bringing herself off.Her movements were slow and. Not too much as that would wipe out any desire on her part and put an end to any seduction ideas that I had. The next morning I had breakfast all ready for her when she came downstairs. "To what do I owe this, Peter?" Mom asked. "I just thought that I would start to take care of you, seeing Dad isn't here. "I have another request as well, Mom." "What's that?" "I was wondering if you would like to come out to dinner with me tonight. I think we should do more things together before I go away?". King kept pounding and pounding and it really, really, hurt when he kept hitting the bottom of my pussy until we felt his cock head slip all the way inside me. I felt... WOW! King really liked hearing me telling him to fuck harder and that he sounded proud when she said, "I'm all the way in now Cindy. How you like that? You love my cock?"He kept breathing harder and looking up at Tim with a big smile as he kept pounding me hard. King tilted my pussy back farther and stopped pulling his cock out. She saw him wipe a tear from his eye and take a sip of his coffee. "What's the matter, dear?" she whispered as she stepped into the room."Why are you down here at this time of night?"The husband looked up from his coffee."Do you remember 20 years ago when we were dating, and you were only 16?" he asked."Yes, I do," she replied. The husband paused. The words were not coming easily."Do you remember when your father caught us in the back seat of my car making love?" Yes, I remember," said the.