It was past one in the morning when he let himself into the dark, quiet house. Patrick stood in the foyer and listened, hearing nothing but the whirri...g of the air conditioner. He paced slowly through the rooms, seeing different hedonistic scenes play out in nearly every space. He was reasonably sure there weren't too many rooms that had been spared from their adultery. Silently, Patrick padded up to the second floor and into their bedroom. Marissa was tucked under the covers, breathing in easy. Sometimes it would catch my anal muscle ring and stretch it to it's maximum, it would drive me crazy. Eric turned to see me staring and asked 'we gonna fuck or are you gonna stare all night. I stripped out of my clothes and retired to the bed, I retrieved the tube of lube from the bed stand and applied a generous amount to my bung hole. Eric moved between my raised legs, I reached down and coated his man meat with some of the lube and wiped my hands on a towel near the bed. Embracing Eric's. The only one who there was a neighborhood kid, Kyle, and his sister Kelly. Kyle was around 13 and Kelly was 12. both were cute kids that I knew from seeing them around the neighborhood.Kyle didn't run around with my friends and me, but I saw him hanging around from time to time. There was a long red brick wall behind the school, and they were sitting on the wall, talking. Having nothing else to do, I went over and joined them, sitting beside Kyle. "What are you guys up to?" I asked. They. She wiggled her hips, put her hands up near my shoulders, rose on her knees, bit her lips and managed to take me entirely into her without pause. She was very tight but also very lubricated. Her smooth face remained placid.Her style of rogering was steady acceleration until climax, and she brought me to a jolting and gushing conclusion in a very few minutes because she was so tight and so active and then sat back on my thighs looking pleased with herself. She glanced at the man sitting beside.