From where Seth stood spying on them he could see the scene clearly. His mother’s pussy was wet and he could even hear how wet she was from the wind...w. His grandfather’s cock slide in and out easily enough, and he could tell that grandpa knew what he was doing and was hitting the right spot. Then he heard his mother scream and her legs wrapped around grandpa and held him still for a few minutes, as she orgasmed like Seth had never seen before. Her back was arched and she was pushing onto her. There was a pressure about me. In my head? No something deeper, etherial,almost spiritual, a force pushing against my very being. Not knowing how, Ipressed back, as if denial alone could change reality. Something shifted. Ablink of the eye, and everything was normal once more.The gun was on the floor. Not some gaudy accessory, but the cold steel Ihad carried to rescue my wife. Once again, I wore my simple black t-shirtand faded jeans. With that perfectly flat chest and gym rat physique I. Photo-man was not idle, scooping up the vibrator he was soon playing it up and down her slit and was rewarded by her changing position slightly so that he could easily insert most of it into her love tunnel.She was soon writhing and taking breaths between her sucking on me and it did not take long for her to ask for prick. For one moment I thought that the other man was going to satisfy her as he quickly slid the plastic out of her and he was still rock hard but he moved out of the way so that. Each night of the week I would have a theme so that by the end of the week, they would be expecting everything but getting nothing! This was going to be fun.My choice of clothing was important. I didn’t want to come across as a complete slut, I was trying to maintain my character as an aloof, over opinionated little pain in the arse but an edge of “slutty” should work well the tonight.To my delight, the library was empty apart from one guy, sitting alone with a coffee, surfing the web. I made.