"Is someone there?" he asked. As no answer came, his feet came to the floor, and his head peaked out. He caught me walking away. "Molly?" he asked. To... not look guilty, my head turned back. "Oh, hi, Mr. Gladwell. I'm just taking a small break from the sleepover, your daughter talks a mile a minute," I explained. "Oh, is that so?" he wondered. "Yes," I whispered. "I could use some company, if you are interested," he put on the record. As a slight crush had already came upon me on this single dad,. My wife released the young man’s cock and asked if the two would swap round, this they did, she wantingly and sluttly, took the two guys into her willing cunt and mouth, they both thrust their cock’s into her and I wanked franticly and the erotic scene in front of me, I called out and approached the threesome, my prick hard and dripping with love-juice, my wife asked me to join the dark-skinned man on the sofa, she then grabbed our cock’s and she slipped them both into her mouth, her head. " Um, I don't know, Dad," the boy answered meekly."I know you have been looking at some inappropriate pictures on the internet, Christopher," Stuart said calmly, "the computer keeps a record of the sites you visit." Like every savvy teenager of the cyber age, Christopher knew this, but this time he had simply forgotten to erase his tracks like he normally did."Yeah, I guess I am a little curious, Dad," the boy admitted."Well, that's only natural, son. Many boys are curious about having sex with. I fell asleep and the next morning, got up and went into the kitchen. There at the table was Marla and mom, sipping coffee. I got some cereal and sat down near them, thinking about how I would like to fuck Marla myself one day! About 5 minutes later, mom said she was going to the grocery store and that Marla was going to be spending a couple of days at our house while her place was being painted. I thought it would be great and I secretly hoped I would see more stuff over that time. Mom then.