She didn't understand. She started screaming athim. Obscenities, hurtful words and the works. It meant nothing tohim. He could feel he had lost her. P...obably forever."Cynthia, stop screaming. Mark, go to your room and please change.Okay? Come down when you are ready. Take your time," Sharon said.Mark stared in disbelief as Sharon led Cynthia to the kitchen. He hadexpected ridicule or scorn from Sharon, but her words pulled him outof the trance and he quickly raced to their bedroom to change. A. The only thing that connected them was Mark's huge cock, surging in and out of Beth's tight hole, my god at least it used to be a tight hole. I knew from our college days that Mark was hung like a horse but I had never seen his mammoth cock hard and in action. Beth was screaming and moaning, begging Mark for more cock, and begging him to fuck her harder and harder. In the meantime I had my cock in hand and was stroking it hard while enjoying the show. I'm not a voyeur, and this was all brand. ” I got up and made my way down the hall until I reached Gracie’s bedroom. I stopped at the bedroom doorway and saw that Gracie had lit several candles and turned down the bed covers. She was laying on top of the bed, completely naked. She looked at me with a mischievous smile and said, “I think we have had enough of polite conversation for tonight. Don’t you agree”? I smiled at her and replied, “Yes. Yes, I do.” I slipped out of my clothes and moved to lay on the bed. My cock was already. And walked up to the house. Right about now mom was picking up Billy and his sister June from their respective after school sports. Thanks to the carelessness with the wifi, mom was kind enough to text Billy the code to the garage a few months ago. Of course I now have it along with their whole digital life. I entered in through the garage which entered into a partially finished basement. It looked liked it had been set up as a place to lounge and watch TV and keep the formal living room.