Her room

I decided that her room was the best place to have sex with her. We made our way to her room, stopping along the way to kiss and leave a trail of clothes. As we passed Rebecca's room, I could still hear them having sex.

"They're really going at it, aren't they?" I asked, kissing Mrs. Foreman.

"Please, John, I don't want to know about my daughter's sex life as I'm about to have sex," she begged, tugging on my jeans.

I laughed as we finished wriggling our way out of our clothes. I gathered her in my arms and carried her into the room.

"Now, then, where were we?" I asked, laying Mrs. Foreman gently down on the bed.

"John, please..."