"Were you spying on us?" Denise asked, still acting mad at them. "Did seeing us have a little fun turn you on?" W-w-we didn't mean to spy on you," Fre...die began, "but there you were, and you two are so beautiful, and what you were doing was so hot, we couldn't help ourselves." We're sorry," Jerry continued, "please forgive us, please? We promise not to bother you again."After their outbursts, both boys were cowering in shame, and embarrassment, and would have climbed into a hole if it would. And though it somewhat satisfied the hunger urge I'd been having, it certainly didn't compare in any respects to Maggie's incredible cooking. And of course, that once again reminded me of her, and that bizarre little encounter we'd had the previous evening.I finally made it up stairs to my bedroom, quickly undressed and got ready for bed. As it was now my almost automatic habit to do, I glanced out of my bedroom window. Sure enough, looking down I saw that Maggie had completely pulled her. “You are important, Mr. Connors. Do not allow the way they treat you to make you feel any different.”I nodded. “Thank you, both for this and your help.”He smiled. “Mr. Connors, so far, you are a client I would gladly go to the mat for any day.”I smiled in return. “Only because, so far, I haven’t actually done anything wrong.”“Exactly,” he said.We shook hands and I climbed out.I watched Mr. Van Dusen pull out of the drive and leave before I turned to the house. The keys to Alyssa’s car hung just. Dutch moaned and Molly took the length of him into her warm, moist, mouth. He had already classified her as a great cocksucker, even before she’d really got going on him. ‘And you can really suck a cock.’ ‘Your cock, maybe!’ she croaked, breathing with difficulty between her urgent slurping and wet sucks. He looked down past her fair-haired head and saw from the movement of her hips that she was working on herself, too. ‘Your fingers are busy too.’ He said hoarsely. He could also see the TV.