The manicured lawns and gardens were impressive, but I was stymied by the gate. I looked and saw an intercom unit and got out and picked up the handse... and pushed the only button visible. It was answered within a few seconds by a male voice."Yes, who is it?" It's Dal Larson and I'm here to see Francesca," I said nervously."Okay. The gate will open in a moment," the disembodied voice said before I heard a click.I hung up the handset and returned to my car. The gate was already beginning to swing. He told me to kiss his cock and to cover it with lube like a good faggot. I had no choice and did as he said. HE snapped another picture of me kissing his cock and me with my hands on his dick spreading lube. When he was lubed up he turned me around with force and said open wide. As he was about to go inside my ass, he stopped and told me that he wanted to change positions and have me on my back in missionary instead of doggy style while he popped my cherry. He said he wanted to see the. Was slowly slowly surrendering to me.I was smooching her lips fully to eat her up completely she hugged me. Her boobs were crushed to my chest. I started kissing her neck biting her ear lobes and kissing slowly and coming down to her cleavage moved on to her breasts and started sucking her breasts and pressing her boobs by removing my hand from her pussy. She was giving me a hang job fully as she was pulling my dick in hard way and moving her hand all over my balls and pressing them hardly.. “Is this your Karen?” She asked, fretting, already and shaking nervously.Dan took the picture from her looking at it in the dim streetlight. It showed Vicky and another woman wearing bikinis and hugging breast to breast. “Yes it sure looks like my Karen,” he said of the strong resemblance.“Her last name is Miller?” Vicky had to make sure.“Yes, it is!” Dan’s eyes widened at the revelation. He took out his wallet and handed Vicky a creased, dog-eared picture. “That’s my Laura and Karen with me,”.