I slipped quietly into the cubicle next door as I thought I might hear some action!Nothing! Nothing except the usual sounds of getting dressed. I had ...almost given up listening when I suddenly heard the instantly recognizable sound of rhythmic fucking, together with small gasps and grunts. I stood on the cubicle bench and peeked over. They had got dressed alright! The younger guy was wearing a tiny, pleated black skirt and fishnet holdups. His pal sported a longer, black lacy skirt ad black lacy. His eyes looked her up and down before politeness took over.“Mrs Jones, I wasn’t expecting you” I could see this because he was standing with a bath towel rapped round his waist. “Hello Stephen, please call me Karen, would you mind if I wait here with you? Bob has gone out for the night and I’m bored and need company”“Eh, yes Karen” he spluttered, “that’s ok”“Thank you darling that’s so kind of you, perhaps we could keep each other entertained?” with that, Karen turned to the door and pulled. Dunne said. She was hoping to meet Abby and the upcoming holidays seemed like the perfect opportunity.Pretty sure that Jack would accept the invitation, Abby said, “I’ll be sure to tell him. He’ll call you tonight.”“Great,” Mrs. Dunne said.Abby returned to work after her break thinking about Jack and his family. She knew that he thought very highly of his father. His mother tended to worry about him and Jack was careful not to give her more to worry about. She was sure that they would have. Listening to them play through the cold air return that Cali's room and my home office shared. I recalled the afternoon that Mindy and I had played, culminating in a cunt filling orgasm shared by my daughter's friend and me.I was both ashamed and obsessed with Cali's blonde friend. She was pretty. She was smart, She knew her way around the male body. She was attentive, and yes, she was young enough to be my daughter, which, as it turns out, made things even hotter between us. I felt a surge of.