“Why would you do that?” I probe. I don’t quite understand why she needed to break in. Why not ask me. I could've given her a tour.“My parents...use to work at the lab… There was a terrible accident and they were killed. I needed to know the truth. I needed to find out what happened.” “You don’t think my dad was involved? Do you?” I hope she’s not implying my dad had something to do with it. My dad would never do something like that. But then again, that Gator man seemed to think my father was. The song ended."Stop!" A single word, barely heard, in the brief silence between songs.And I stopped, nearly falling over from my sudden halt, the rubber soles of my shoes squeaking as they slid on the sidewalk. What the hell? Don't stop, stupid legs! Move! Get Moving! I glanced behind me and he was closer, breathing hard, his fleshy body flushed with exertion. His cock was hard, the head red and angry, rising out out of a forest of brown hair. More hair covered his flabby chest and stomach.. She figured she could nap for a couple of hours, shower and head downstairs for the scheduled icebreaker. She took of her clothes and slipped between the covers. As she lay there, she remembered the cigarettes and she got up to get one. She clumsily peeled off the wrapper, opened the pack, and slipped one out. She loved the way the cigarette felt between her fingers. She smelled the tobacco. For some strange reason, she was feeling a little turned on as she sat at the little table in her room. Making circles and stretching it back and forth. Betty was moaning and shifting her hips around while Jake finger fucked her asshole. Her husband was only 20 feet away. Only a thin sheet was between him and his horny wife.Jake played with Betty's ass for several minutes then pulled out his fingers and spanked her ass for several more. Betty was breathing very hard and put her right hand down to hold her clitoris while her ass cheeks turned bright red. While Betty was building to orgasm Jake.