While going to the kitchen, I crossed by my mom and step-dad’s bedroom. I heard those noises again, I was used to hear these moans and noises most o... the time when ever I got up in the middle of the night to pee or get some water. But that night, I guessed my dad had forgotten to close their bedroom door, it was a little open and the view inside the bedroom was pretty much clear. My mom, totally naked on her knees and elbows, my dad totally naked too, he was fucking my mom from behind… that was. I was sensing the Bra touching the my vulva due to his fucking strokes. Mrs. Komal was busy licking my outer Yoni by her tongue to give him easy entry.I grabbed the bed sheet in my fingers as my mouth was busy licking her partly shaved Choot. His strokes were beyond my control as he was ramming harder and harder in my Pinkie. He was also groaning while fucking my little Hut. He kept fucking and massaging my breasts for half an hour and pulled out his cock out and changed the position to fuck. "Do you know why things always go wrong for you Steffanie?" No, why do they?" Because you expect them to. You even get off on it." No I don't," I lie, I know she's right."Not much you don't, you were thinking about us finishing weren't you?"Oh God, she can read me like a book, but a least I can tell her I pictured us having a nice ending. By my standards I was being quite positive, I could just as easily have seen myself walking off into the distance, crying my broken heart out as the rain. Tracy pointed to the seat next to hers. We hadn’t talked this morning, so I assumed she wanted to update me on ‘Operation Prom,’ as I was now calling it.“I talked to Caryn. Everyone is on their way. Adrienne and Frank will be here in a little bit,” Tracy announced.“Why are they going to be here?” I asked.“To organize the interviews. I have them set up to be done before we go out to dinner,” Tracy said.“I’m almost afraid to ask. What interviews?”Tracy just rolled her eyes like I had no clue..