The sensitive bud swelled and pulsed.

Marianna smiled slightly in her slumber.

Peter's head moved from mound to mound as he mouthed both nipples in turn.

"Ummmm," she whimpered.

He looked up at her face and saw that her eyes were still closed, although the lids had begun to flutter. He wondered if she were dreaming.

She looked to be about twenty years old, he thought. No one would ever think that she was in her forties, with two grown kids.

He worked on her tits for some time, moving between them. He licked the globes and ran his tongue up through her deep, smooth cleavage. Then he suckled on the tips again, very gently, not awakening her.

Her legs shifted, parting.

Peter's prick was pounding like a jackhammer, sending him urgent messages, demanding to be sunk up her cunt-gash. But he was in no hurry. Peter was a thoughtful lover who enjoyed lingering over the preliminaries, giving her plenty of foreplay before he stuffed her.

He was happy that it was a Sunday morning and that they could stay in bed as long as they liked.

He thought they might fuck until noon.

But because it was a Sunday, their teenaged kids were at home, as well.

And young Bunny was enjoying spying on her mom and dad very much.

Bunny was a bouncy, nubile young lady who promised to become as voluptuous as her mother. She had plump titties and a trim, round ass and a creamy cunt.

She was also a dreadful little peeper.

At the moment, Bunny was kneeling in the hallway, her eye pressed to the keyhole. The naughty little vixen often pecked into her parents bedroom and sometimes – like today – she struck it lucky.

She wasn't dressed yet this morning and was wearing only a flimsy nightgown. Her nipples were poking out in stiff peaks against the silky black material as she became aroused by what she was looking at.

She slid one hand up under the hem and stroked her sleek inner thigh. Then she cupped her hand over her smoldering cunt, rubbing herself sensually.