This doesn't sound like a

"God I love it! I love your cock! Oh God it's so deep! So good! Oh Sweet Fuck I'm coming again!"

The sounds of sex you hear from the other side of the don't sound nonconsensual, if anything it sounds like the soundtrack from a porno flick. Sally Mathewson has caught up to you and you can feel her press her firm young body against yours as you pause to listen with your hand on the doorknob.

"Yessssss! Uhhhhhhh! Unnnnnhhhhh! Yes Oh God Yesssssss!" The high pitched howls coming through the door sound a lot like Sally, only the content of the words is totally different.

"What are you waiting for?" Sally urges you on. Instead of charging in like she expects you to, you turn the handle quietly just enough to crack the door and peek inside. What you see is obviously Sally's sister, Grace, riding a grey-haired man like bronco at a rodeo. Her mane of bright red hair swings wildly as she bucks and twists on the lucky man's cock. Above the bed, you see the words "Old Man." and "Drunkard" spray-painted in bright red across the wall.

"Take me, use me! Fill my cunt with cum!" Grace is screaming loudly. "Oh God I'm still cumming!" Behind you Sally is still pressed against you and more than ever you are aware of how good her slender body feels as she trembles against your ribs. Her eyes are locked on the scene before you, she bites at her lower lip as she watches with obvious arousal. Closing the door quietly you turn back to get a better look at the suddenly subdued Sally.

"That's not ****, Sally." You tell her bluntly. "What the Hell is going on?" Instead of answering you she presses her cheek against your chest and her arms snake around your torso. The scream of pleasure from the bedroom only adds to the sexual tension that you suddenly are dealing with. A throbbing erection is threatening to tear its way from your khakis.

Even before you got to the scene of the non-crime, you had noticed how firm Sally's young breasts had felt rubbing against your arm. That erotic scene of a red-head who looks so much like Sally, riding a teacher's member did not help at all, and now her quivering young body is pressing against yours almost humping your leg as she clings to you.