Mrs. Foreman

I stopped by one of the bedroom doors and listened intently. It sounded like Mrs. Foreman and she was moaning. I hoped she wasn't in trouble. But then, it struck me. It didn't sound like moans of pain, but rather moans of pleasure.

I decided to risk a sneak peek. I saw Mrs. Foreman sitting on a bed, naked as she could be. Her eyes were closed, and she had one hand rubbing her breasts and another one fingering her pussy.

She kept moaning a name. I struggled to hear what she was saying. I was also entranced by what I saw.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and I quickly dodged. My heart was beating rapidly, and I wondered if she had spotted me.