This was all too curious for her. The sounds were no longer mere sounds, but voices and … sounds, yes, but … sometimes not words but more like �... oh, my God! … moans? It was definitely the master bedroom and, as she stepped up to it, the door wasn’t fully closed and the voices were … her mom, yes, but … her dad, no. There was a deep male voice but it definitely was not her dad. This was a deep manly voice. She made out moans and groans and some words but not well. She heard him talking in. Marge's hips rose to encompass his cock as deeply as possible and then we started to fuck.Throughout the sexual act I was barely over the edge of consciousness; it seemed like a dream, like sex in womb of my mother, like sex on the beach, like sex in heaven. The warm water helped to push us together and apart, again and again. My cock was as deep inside her now as it could go. I found crevices and byways that were new to me, each time I plunged my dick into her, Marge jerked her hips upward to. I realised that although I was having fun with one of these women, I was falling for them both. I remembered what she said about my “relighting her fire”. I thought I could be walking into an inferno. That was scary.Sandra moved to get up but found it difficult in the high heels she was wearing. So I moved around and stood to hold out my hand to help her. She faced me as she stood and she hung her arms around my neck. I could see by her smile that the slutty housewife had returned.‘Phew, Mr. It didn’t take much long for the orgasm to climb. Combined with the fondling of her breasts which sent hot electrical streaks down her stomach into her womanhood with each squeeze and the fingering of her enlarged clit.Enough was enough, she decided, and slowly stuck two fingers inside her incredibly tight and warm pussy with a thumb on the clit.Quickly, the incredibly hot and explosive feeling of an orgasm struck her. The incredible feelings; immense around her womanhood, fades out into every.