I napped again but had to go in earlier. That night, text from Susan, "all clear, but I will stay in the guest room one more night." Good news. What's the difference anyway. We can't have s*x because of our schedules. I got home at eleven-thirty, early, unusual, but my team worked fast that night. The house was dark, so I was quiet. As I walked past Molly's door, I heard her. I've watched her mother masturbate. I knew the sounds. I paused and rubbed my hard c**k through my pants. She was cumming, muffled deep gasps, and more. I stopped touching myself and stepped quickly to my bedroom.
DAY THREE
Sitting in the kitchen the next morning, alone. Molly came in wearing a worn-out tee shirt from some boyband she loved as a teenager. It was small on her now and came down just enough to cover he
