It's a habit that I really should avoid doing it too much. But this was special. This was Molly touching herself and calling out to me. This was Molly... the devil of my life..."Yes, fuck me harder." My train of thought shatter by the high pitch squeal.The panting behind the door grew more intense. The rate increased. There was some sloshing sound as if something was sliding in and out of a wet surface. The image of Molly's pussy lips wrapping around my cock materialized in my head. It took every. “Is that the stairway door?”“I believe so.” said Max.Even as he spoke, April was already walking towards the door. “I’m just going to ... run up to the roof. There’s something I ... want to check.” She hit the door at a fast trot and kept going.Watching the door shut slowly, all Max could manage was a little laugh. “Shit.” He turned to his assistant. “It’s one thing to imagine how a girl’s going to react to your idea of a great party. It’s a whole other thing to see it in person.”Luba laughed.. You had been gently stroking my cock at the same time as I had been rubbing your pussy for what must have been quite a while because when next I looked at the tv the two couples had shifted their girls to their hands and knees with the guys behind, crouched down (I suppose had they knelt like we typically did they would have obscured the camera angle, and after all – this was porn). “Our” couple must have taken inspiration because in moments they too were in the same position. It couldn’t have. Things will become terrible for not just the Moors and the Jews, but anyone who challenge the sanctimonious assholes who take power.”“I understand why you have not told me of this Simon. You have protected me from fear. How long before I must flee?”“Not long enough. We live in the last accepting place for the Moors, but it will topple, from within and then from without eventually.”“Then help me forget in the best way possible,” she says, kissing him.His kisses on her mouth and the ones that.