Caught In The Act

Just then, the door of the room creaked open and a head popped in. Both eyes snapped to the door to look at the person who just pushed the door open. Marcel looked pissed and ready to shout at the person for not knocking but he quickly retracted that look when he saw who it was. Although he was still pissed, there was nothing he could do as the person wouldn't like to see him making that face.

“Oh, oh, I didn't see anything, I promise,” it was Marcel’s mum and she covered her eyes with her hand as if she didn't see what was going on whereas her fingers gave space for her eyes to see a bit.

Izabelle quickly pushed Marcel away and straightened her dress. What was anyone supposed to think about finding them in this position? He was in nothing but his towels and he was backing her against the wall. It was a defining position and might even look too erotic for the woman.

“It…It's not what you think,” Izabelle tried to explain.

The woman dropped her hands and folded them.

“You don’t ha