I saw him move from her neck and onto her ample breasts moving his lips over the top while he held her waist she never moved she was just like a statu... very stiff.He then moved his hands from her waist and slid it down the side of her thighs reaching for the hem of her dress.He slowly lifted the dress up while letting his hands rub up the sides of her leg’s he was moving upward she still never moved or responded to his touch.By now I was getting hard myself watching my wife being m*****ed by. It reappeared as he slipped into the stall with her. Dave pulled her up off the toilet then threw his leg over so he was straddling it. He pushed Fran forward from the waist until her head was resting against the inside of the stall door. She heard his zipper then felt the cool breeze as he flipped her skirt up over her back and slipped his large hard cock into her open wet cunt with one motion. Dave sighed deeply and fucked in and out of his sister.Fran put both of her hands over her mouth to. His father Charlie was sleeping soundly as usual. He worked nights so he had probably gotten home around 5 am. Steve quietly closed the door and headed downstairs for breakfast.Steve’s mother was already awake as usual. She was eating a bagel and readying the morning paper. She was dressed in business attire with her hair in a ponytail. Cindy was a realtor and worked normal hours unlike her husband who worked at plastics factory. There disparate lives had but a strain on their marriage."Morning. My appetite for sex is around five days a week whereas my wife limits it to around thrice a week.We enjoy a very high quality of sex as we are aging our enjoyment is increasing and we are in this regard very much blessed. The story is about my mad servant Sheela and it is a very old experience when I was in my early thirty’s and a bachelor. Till than I had not yet enjoyed sex with anybody.My maid used to do all kind of domestic work cleaning house and cooking. Things were going on normally and.