"Sal, I can't get my key to work in my front door for some reason. Can you help me out?"He quickly tossed on his tank top and grabbed his set of maste... keys and a spare key to her apartment. He always kept a second set of spare keys in case of some emergency in one of the units. All the way up the four flights of stairs he stared with rising desire at her rolling flanks moving every which way but loose above her white nylon panty-hose.Sal liked the way Molly almost sprinted up the stairs. There was no way this huge thing could go in her. The Snake Lady was at least giving it the old college try and backed it out then again wedged it back into my wife’s pussy lips, trying in vain to get her pussy to open more for the dildo to go inside her. Again she backed it out as the now cries of what had to be pain subsided from my wife. Again the Snake Lady drove it forward and wedged it right into her cunt lips as they were now stretched beyond what their swollen capabilities. . My eyes smoke over with an insane lust. My heated look the only thing betraying my control as I stand steady. Now you know I want it too as your hands softly slip over her ass and pull her into you. Her breasts press against yours deeply. Your soft pillowy tits rubbing against hers as your eyes slowly turn from me with a whore's knowledge that she's worked her man right. Your mouth opens. Her mouth opens. Tongue lightly flick out to each other and.... There. Right fucking there. Your freshly. There was something about talking to someone who wore clothes that made her feel deeply ill at ease. Delacroix wasn’t psychic. Neither was Lt. Kerensky. But he didn’t matter as much. He wasn’t in charge of PsiCom. And despite her lack of psionic talent, Delacroix showed zero fear at being in the same room as Ali in a rage. And Ali would have said that was due to Barry’s presence. But she could see that Delacroix didn’t even seem to regard him.She only had eyes for Ali.I have to save Abby, she.