Sue hadn’t stood on ceremony it seemed as Helen walked into the master bedroom. Petersen was still clothed albeit without shoes and socks, with his back to the door, furiously ramming a demanding Susan stood bent over the end of the bed. Her only concession had been to pull her jogging bottoms down and her panties to one side. “Fuck!” “He’s!” “Good!” She gasped between his hard and full thrusts. Helen smiled and started s...