Have a little peek into their bedroom

Through the crack of the door you can see Mr Barshford sat on the end of the bed taking off his socks when Mrs B comes into view. She is wearing a very short purple silk night dress with black frilly trim. They talk quietly so you are unable to make out their conversation.

She then tries to hug him pressing her large breasts against his face - it looks like heaven between those large soft pillows, you'd give anything to be in his place. But he doesn't seem impressed.

He wiggles his head free and looks disgruntled. She tries once more to peak his interest by placing one leg onto the bed and then begins to massage moisturiser into her legs, shifting the short night dress up her thigh.

You can't quite see, but surely he is getting an eyeful of her pussy right now. But again he doesn't even glance towards her lady slit, he gets off the bed and heads towards the door.

You quickly back away from the door just in time.

"Oh it's you," he says, as if he'd forgotten you were staying at his house.

"I'm just off to bed," you reply. "I just wanted to say thanks-"

Without waiting for you to finish he walks past and goes into the bathroom.