Rashida looks. It's Gary fucking an older lady.

Rashida rested her head on Hank's shoulder and stroked his erection from outside his pants as they listened to the sounds of vigorous intercourse from inside Hank and Veevee's master bedroom.

"Well," Rashida whispered. "Should we look, or should we take this party back to the garage?"

"Maybe we better..." Hank whispered, moving to turn away.

"I gotta see," Rashida whispered. She stepped up and peeked through the partly-open door. She raised her eyebrows and her lips parted in surprise. She pushed up her big round glasses by reflex.

On Hank and Veevee's bed, the covers back, Gary knelt behind a full-figured woman in her sixties with graying hair. The older woman gripped the headboard as Gary fucked into her from behind. Her soft buttocks rippled and her breasts swung with each thrust.

Rashida grinned and stepped back. She opened Hank's trousers before he could protest and worked his erection free of the coral-orange panties Rashida had swapped with him earlier. "Your boy's giving it to an older lady," she whispered. "Maybe he's sweet on his Sunday School teacher. Come watch." She pulled Hank forward by his cock.

Hank looked round the door. Rashida squeezed his cock.