Unfortunately a few months later my wife decided to get away from me too so now I had a house in the UK and one in Donegal, two grown up children who ...regarded anywhere not London as nowhere, a wife who preferred her Samba teacher and an old BSA A50 motorbike that didn’t go. I work from home a lot, and working from home, from Donegal was ideal sometimes.There was a knock at the door. Standing there was the most beautiful dark haired woman with an Irish Wolfhound for company.“Can I use you phone?. She’d stood right above him and panted and moaned and groaned, like someone having an orgasm…and he’d heard every bit of it. It wasn’t difficult to figure out why the sound carried that way. An air conditioning duct that ran by the intake vent in Delia’s apartment acted as a megaphone for the noise just above it. Evidently someone hadn’t done a great job with the insulation either, and the carpet and padding and plywood between the two floors was thin and cheap. But the person in the apartment. ?What’s wrong officer.? Joyce shielded her eyes from the bright sun as she looked up at the cop who stood beside her car at the driver’s side window. She saw out of the corner of her eye the other cop from the car approaching on the passenger side in a menacing way. ?Hands on the steering wheel!? Joyce felt like she’d been slapped the way he talked to her. When she placed her hands on the wheel she couldn’t see the cop anymore because of the blinding sun she was staring into and she. I couldn't take much more. My brother pinched my nipple while Dad sucked on my clit. It made my pussy heat up. My snatch squeezed about my mom's probing tongue. She worked it in and out of me, her arm around Dad's waist.“Yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, Mom, you're so loving. Mmm, yes, after serving dad, you love pleasing Alex and me!”“I do!” she moaned.“Because you love Dad, and you're always going to be his slave!” I moaned while just a whisper of prickles ran across my thoughts.“I will!” howled.