Having to go slowly and the fear of being caught heightened the experience and I did it almost nightly.One night as I was almost silently stroking and...ready to come, I thought I heard an unusual sound from in back of me. I froze immediately and waited. And waited. The sound did not recur and my cock was ready to burst, so I gave it some quick strokes and shot a very large load all over my pajamas. There it was, that sound again! I couldn't place it but it almost sounded like water, like the. I asked him if the porn was OK for him and he said it was great as he stripped off. His cock was already rigid by the time he was naked. He sat ion the settee beside my regular guy. I sat back in a different chair. We all wanked furiously as we watched each other’s cocks get harder. The new guy got into it straight away.We all stood up and aimed our cocks at each other. Three pulsing rods banging against eachother. The feeling was superb. Cock on cock on cock. I reached down and grabbed the. Well, cleaner, anyway. All the debris that hadcovered the floor had been swept and bundled up, and droppedunceremoniously in the junk pile with everything else. Her realaccomplishment, however, was the plumbing. That's what had taken all thetime.It had been a painstaking process, finding each and every pipe, tracingit out, and making sure there were no open pipes. She had found several.In each case, the solution had been the same. Fold the opening end in onitself, and spot weld it shut. Sara kept her pale pink panties on for as long as she possibly could hoping I`d vanish into space or something.In fact I had stripped quickly and was caressing my erect penis, a fact that she could not take her eyes off of it, something I took immense pride in. “Come on Sara” I said, “Knickers off or I`ll tell Mum!”“Wanker!” Sara replied.“I know I am and you like it don’t you?” I said.Just then the bathroom door opened and Mum and Dad was standing there, Dad just wearing his boxer shorts and.