My parents had a rustic cabin on the lake where we’d spend weekends. I had a small bedroom next to theirs, separated only by used sheets of Masonite...with lots of nail holes. As I lie on my bed one night, I heard my parents talking. Mom expressed concern that I might hear them, and asked, “Jeffie, are you awake?”That was my que to remove my underpants and get to my knees so I could look through one of the larger nail holes. Mom always wanted the lights off, but thankfully, Dad objected. He said. To relax and unwind. To forget the rigors of the day. As I pull into the driveway, I notice the house is dark. I enter quietly and the first thing that I notice is the silence. I put my briefcase down and begin to go upstairs. As my eyes adjust to the darkness. I notice a faint light flickering down the hall. I slowly walk down the hall and gently push open the bedroom door. I notice a single candle burning, wax gently dripping down the side, on to the dresser. As I scan across the room, I. Rose was staring as things became heated and I wondered what was going through her head, so I leaned over slightly and propped myself up on the arm of my seat saying "What ya thinking?". She looked at me and went red for a second with an "Eh?" escaping her lips, I laughed and replied with "Don't worry, I'm sure you and your hubby are the same back home". "I wish, it's been a while" to which I replied "Really ? how come?", "Our work schedules I suppose". Such a shame, couples should always find. ." she started, then recognized the gleam in his eye as well as the mirth in his voice. "Yes, I think we'd better be good and sure," she smiled, letting the gown slip from her shoulders and slither to the floor as his shorts were quickly discarded and the two nude lovers stood, their bodies writhing in ever strengthening arousal. Jessica could contain herself no longer. A slight jump and her legs came around his waist, his shaft entering her dripping vagina. He backed her against the wall and.