She had the latest of furnishings, window treatments, a premier yard service, and her friends either came over after she got home from work to chat an... have a glass of wine, or she went to them. Many afternoons and evenings as I grew up were lonely without either of my parents at home for long periods. My dad’s family kept me until my grandfather got Alzheimer's and when my grandmother suddenly became ill two months later, my father and I kept a vigil at her bedside until she passed away. I was. I lick my lips, seeing the pleasure on your face and hearing his thick cock sliding all the way into your wet pussy with each stroke.Suddenly there’s a knock on my door. I reach to pull down my screen but you tell me not to, it’s probably the other part of my present. I go to answer the door, still hearing your hot wet pussy being fucked through the computer’s speakers. I open the door and Jen is standing there in her six inch heels, long red hair pulled back in a pony tail, tight leather. Suddenly, he hears the front door open. He also hears giggling. It is Tinsel and she isn’t alone. He doesn’t want to be caught in her room, yet he doesn’t have time to get out through the hallway to his room in time wither. Frantic, Scott opens the sliding closet door, steps inside and shuts it behind him. As he turns around in the cramped closet he can see into the room through the slats in the door. He quickly notices too, that he had neglected to drop Tinsel’s panties.The man tries to be. To which her reply was not good. I felt sorry for her and told her the same. I offered my company to give share her thoughts whenever she wants. She was not pleased with that answer. I tried multiple statements to convince her but not much helped to make her feel better.She informed me that she reads sex stories online and masturbates to make herself feel less lonely. I pulled her towards me to give a hug. She did not respond as she did not sense anything wrong. I lost my control and started.