Buffy could hear the voices clearly in her room. She had been listening to the sounds with her door open, wondering what they were doing at the moment. Her jeans were pushed down over her round little ass, and both her hands were buried in her crotch, fighting with each other for the little hole.
Ralph began to shoot torrents of thick juice into the woman's grabbing cunt. He knew he was filling her up because a few globs oozed back down, soaking the base of his deflating cock. He watched and continued to fuck slowly, waiting until the clasping contractions stopped before he pulled out. Martha had the hottest cunt he'd ever fucked. If his wife was this passionate, he'd never leave the house. But Sally, nice woman, but cold. Not like most blondes. Not like the little switchboard operator he'd met in Topeka.
Finally, she seemed to have ridden out the storm. He let his cock slip out between the pink lips of the woman's well-fucked cunt. It was dripping. He got up, walked to the paper towel rack, and pulled off a sheet.
"Need a towel?" he asked Martha while he wiped himself.
"I'm going to take a shower," she said, smiling at him. "And I really do have to catch a ten o'clock train."
"Need a lift to the station?"
"No. I'll take my own car. I'll tip the man to bring it back here later."
Ralph was pulling his jockey briefs on.
"I'll run along, then. Have a good visit. Keep it warm for me, you hear?"
Martha laughed as she stood up and retrieved her negligee.
"Any time could be the last. Remember that, Ralph."
He laughed too.
"Not so long as the troubles continue between you and Ed. And it doesn't look like they'll be over any time soon."
"You're a bastard. You're hoping I stay frustrated!"
"I'm only human."
"Get out of here. And call me when I come back." She blew him a kiss. He blew one back, checked his clothing to make sure he looked presentable, and left through the kitchen door.
Martha went upstairs to her bedroom, walked into the shower, and turned the tap on as hot as she could stand it.
Buffy lay in bed almost totally exhausted. The sounds of the fucking downstairs had brought her to another orgasm. She had listened to everything, and felt like she'd been there, watching. She almost imagined she could smell the smells, Her mother finished showering and dressing. Then she left. Buffy went downstairs and saw the note. So she'd be alone with Daddy for a while, would she?
She fixed herself a glass of milk and a sandwich.
Halfway through her meal, the idea occurred to her!
She quickly rinsed her dishes and put them in the rack to dry. Then she ran upstairs to her parents' bedroom. A little rummaging around produced everything she'd need.
A brown wig her mother seldom wore. An old raincoat that had been pushed into the farthest end of the closet. Some gold sandals. Makeup. A scarf. A little jewelry.
Buffy put these treasures carefully away in her closet. Then she went downstairs again and began to fix leftovers for lunch. Maybe Daddy would be home and maybe he wouldn't. It didn't matter.
Buffy knew she and Daddy would be seeing quite a bit of each other.