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You get up from the living room sofa and hurry up the stairs to the second floor, to the room you've found to be his parent's bedroom. You jump to the king-sized bed's mattress and start weeping into the coverlet. How did you get yourself into this?

You open up your eyes to look about the room. The shadows in the cozy bedroom are angled low now. You blink through tear-blurred eyes at the digital clock on the nightstand. You must have cried yourself to sleep. It is now about an hour since you ran away from Richard.

As you stare at the ceiling, not knowing what to do next, you hear muffled squeaks and giggles. Your eyes dart around the white rectangle above you as you try to figure out the source of the noise.

A 'thump' from just behind your head helps you with the little mystery. It's the bedroom Richard uses when his family stays here. You've shared it with him before. It seems the mysterious 'Rachel' is sharing more.

You lay stone silent as the mattress squeaks become more rhythmic behind you. There's no doubt about it now. Those two are having sex in the next room! Your cock swells in the tight confines of the white cotton panties you've borrowed.