Within a few seconds, he had a massive boner. ‘FUCK, why does she have to be so hot?’ he thought. He looked up, and Hannah was standing in the doo...way. He initially looked at her with passion, but that soon changed when he realized how embarrassing this was. Flustered, he turned to cover his junk. ‘Get out!’ he insisted. ‘I’m sorry!’ she said, laughed playfully, and then yelled from around the corner, ‘I was going to knock, but…’ She laughed again, ‘Where can I get some water?’ ‘Upstairs in the. .." He caught his breath at the memory of the short-staturedmale figure sitting at a table next to the dancing circle, "Alice! Shewas there, watching me. That's the dream in the recording, her watchingme dance not my dream." He rubbed his face. "No, it was Alice but itwas her role-playing character, the one she was dressed as at Xanadu,Arrass." He concentrated on the memory. "Holy shi- she was bare-chested, no tits, she's a real guy in my dream like I was a girl."The bearded figure of Arrass. He thanked Tim. He took the coffee upstairs. Anne stayed with the guys the rest of the morning. He heard her squealing as she does as she is squirted.The guys fucked her pussy, ass, and she did deep throat on their cocks. She had them feed her their sperm from her pussy and thighs. They were amazed she ate their cum. She said they were now a part of her. They would fill her holes again and again and again. She was swimming in cum. Anne is a cum dump and loves it. She never in her life was. What would happen if she broke his glare as he drove? Would he attack? What type of attack? How severe?“Am I pushing him too hard?” Frankie thought.Finding Mark was less strenuous than it had any right to be. The first call she made was to her bouncer friend and he gave Mark up within the first thirty seconds. Nowhere near as dramatic as television shows played it out.At the end of the second-floor hallway, his apartment door – missing splotches of paint like the rest of that building – gave.