Chapter 246

• “Let’s go” he told his wife, “and be quiet. We don’t wish to startle her.”
• He unlocked the front door and it swung open silently on well oiled hinges. Mrs. Crudele slipped her heels off and placed them on the foyer floor. They padded across the plush carpet heading toward the family room. He opened the door a crack so they could see in. Sara was sprawled back now with her eyes closed and her chest rising and falling from her labored breathing. Her hand was a blur between her legs.
• Mr. Crudele was rubbing his bulge up against his wife’s round, firm ass as his hand was mashing one of her surgically enhanced breasts. Her hand managed to reach back and lower his fly, then work its way onto his shaft while her other hand continued to stimulate herself. They heard Sara was now moaning softly as she neared her climax. Taking his wife’s hand he led her into the room while putting a finger to his lips signaling for her to be quiet.