My wife took Debbie out of the bed and steered her back to her room. She crawled into bed, with cum still gleaming on her lips and chin, and asked me ...what I was thinking.“Did he believe that Debbie just sucked him off”?“Must have. He went back to snoring after I swallowed his cum”.“Do you think that we can ever put this behind us honey”?“Unlikely, since you fucked Debbie up the ass after I left. Yes, I watched it all from the hallway”.Shit, can this get any worse?“How could you do that in our. Focus Hoyt... I gritted my teeth as I increased my pace, imaginary kisses setting my skin on fire, feeling the brush of soft and talented lips working their way down my torso. I tweaked a nipple, they're really sensitive, and whimpered to myself, wanting so much to be with somebody else and whimpering under him instead. I stroked rapidly, in my head watching this pretty boy going up and down on my cock, his lips really pink around my shaft. I twisted my hand, smearing precum over the head and. There was darkness, but the balcony door was open and light from outside was coming in, I could see her but she could not see me. Assuming me to be sleeping, she started unbuttoning her shirt with her back towards me. She removed her shirt. She was still wearing her shameej. I thought she would be sleeping in her shameej, but to my utter surprise, she removed her shameej, while removing her shameej, she had turned a little bit. As she removed her shameej with her hands above her head, I could. Just as I was falling asleep, she asked, "Hey, mister? What's your name, anyway?"Jake" I said.A few minutes later I heard her softly say "Good night, Jake" as I fell asleep.Morning came too damn fast and it came too damn violent. Lizzie was already up, had stoked the fire, and started the coffee. Trying to be helpful, I opened the cabin door thinking to fill a bucket with snow so that it could sit next to the fire to melt. As the door swung inward, two feet of fresh snow rolled in after it..