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...er to the soft moans coming from her parents bedroom.
It was almost one o’clock in the morning, and Lisa, clad in her flimsy powder blue nightie had been fighting the urge to peek for ages.
Thoughts of being caught flashed into her mind, the outrage of her parents, the embarrassment of it.
But other images flashed too. Images off passionate, wriggling bodies and glistening skin… a hard cock, swaying testicles… legs sensually spread wide and spasming.
Lisa couldn’t help herself, she had to look,Quietly, she opened her parents bedroom door.
In the darkness, Lisa crept silently forward, until she could see the bed, and the writhing bodies upon it.
The soft creak of the bed could be heard now, and in the dim light of the room she could see her father Homer, kneeling behind her mother Marge.
Homer had a handful of Marge’s hair, from behind, and his lower body was pressed firmly against hers. Marge’s head was arched back and her luscious ass was arched up against Homer.
The dimness of the light reduced the image to black and white, Marge’s ass looking smooth, round, and unblemished, and her father’s muscles rippling as he hunched into his writhing wife.
The covers were a heaped mess on the floor at the foot of the bed, and Lisa noticed that her mother was all but shredding the bottom sheet with her long fingernails which...