“I followed them and was hiding beneath the bleachers while they fucked. It was hot. I knew you’d want to see it. I couldn’t let you know becaus... I couldn’t make any noise and ruin the moment.”Clint stared at me, his chest bare. He was a muscular guy. Maintaining the house and working out had kept him in shape. He unsnapped his jeans and shoved them down, his cock tenting his boxers. He was always hard these days since he was around all us sexy women related to him. Only Mrs. Hiragawa and. Her dark eyes fluttered close and her sensual mouth writhed in passion.Susan inched the door open a bit more, but was still unable to see Phil. Only his forearms and his constantly tit-fondling hands were visible.Phil's fingers squeezed into the tempting cones of his wife's breasts. Her flesh, glowing red in the firelight, squelched up between his fingers. Melinda groaned, thrusting her tits into his palms. Her own hands reached out fondling... The object of her caresses was hidden from Susan's. "Good nightHoney," and with that she left my room.April 24;We got the doctors office a few minutes before 7 "Give me your journaland sit down over there, I'm just going to check in with thereceptionist." She came back without my journal and sat next to me.I was startled with a, "Beverly you can back now." Why did she call you and not me?" We will explain later," was all Mom said.The Doctor was a nice looking lady about my Moms' age. "So, this is ourspecial patient, you know being a gynecologist. “Can I try your new football kit?”“Why not?” I said. I watched as she peeled off the damp split crotch panties and took off her bra and went into the en-suite to have a shower. “But just wait there a moment”.“What for?”, she asked.“Can’t you guess?” I asked. “That last beer and coffee...”“Oh alright. I see. Good idea, don’t want to waste it”.I took off my thong, still damp with her piss and followed her into the en-suite. I took her hand and led her into the shower, closing the door. “Where.