Dean goes home

Dean continues to watch Brooke sitting on top of Richard on his own bed. Brooke is still recovering from fucking Richard.

Richard decided he has had enough of this and gently pushes Brooke off of him. Brooke rolls off of him to the side and Richard’s cock pops out of her pussy. Brooke laid there as if she had no energy whatsoever, she laid there while Richard got up to use the bathroom.

Brooke was a sweaty mess, a small amount of cum was leaking out of her pussy. Her eyes remained closed since Richard came in her. Could she possibly be passing out? Her breathing wasn’t heavy anymore, it was slower, she needed some rest.

Richard finished in the bathroom and walked back into the bedroom and then out the door. He glanced over at Brooke passed out but didn’t bother saying anything to her.

Dean watched Richard leave the room. With Brooke passed out on the bed, Dean follows Richard on the cameras to see what he is up to.

Richard briefly pauses at his empty room and looks in, all of his stuff is gone so he has no reason to go in there. He continues down the stairs and takes a seat on the couch, he whips out his phone and starts doing something on it.

Dean switches his view back to the camera in his room. Brooke was still laying in the same exact position Richard left her in.

Dean checked the time, it was almost around the time he normally would get home from work. Dean was unsure if he should go home right away or take his time.

Dean looks at Brooke and Richard now through his cameras, it looks like they were going to be done for awhile so he might as well go home and make things interesting. He wonders if they will try to have sex some more with him in the house, it’s not like his presence has stopped them before.

Dean drives his car out from behind the abandoned building through the parking lot and hits the regular traffic of those who actually went to work today.

A couple minutes pass and the gas indicator light lights up. Dean groans, he might as well stop for gas on the way home. Dean was already frustrated with the traffic, he doesn’t normally come from the direction in which he was driving, he definitely wasn’t used to the bumper to bumper traffic. It looks like Dean won’t be home on time after all.

Dean pulls into the gas station gets his car filled up. He pulls out his phone to see what’s going on at home.

What Dean saw wasn’t a surprise to him at this point, he wasn’t sure how to feel about it, if anything he was impressed.