Samantha, looking almost disappointed, broke the tension by apologizing for her comment, and said that she should get back to work."Damn!", I thought ...o myself as my teenage-fantasy mind snapped back to reality. I prepared myself mentally to go home and jerk-off, and I got up again to leave. Before burying herself back in her paperwork, Samantha clasped her hands together, lifted her arms over her head, and leaned back in her chair arching her back in what looked like to be one hell of an. There were no formalities to the event at all. While I fingered his GFs cunt, I broke loose from his mouth and told him to strip. As though he'd rehearsed it, I watched him rapidly - urgently - all but destroy his clothing as it was ripped from his body. He's a handsome young lad, with a pretty decent body. When he exposed his cock, it was already stiff and throbbing. I told him to rip off her clothes. Not take them off - rip them off. He and she were getting thrown into the deep end of the. She was content to have Michael sleep near her at night. Sleeping together became routine right after they were back from their weekend at the lake. Although Claire did ban him from the bedroom on Thursday night because she was bringing Bob home with her.It was Saturday night and time for their bi-weekly poker game. Claire was in the kitchen with Ruth preparing hors d´oeuvres while Michael and Bill set up the poker table. Claire had not seen Ruth all week so this was their first chance to talk.. “Hi.” She was obviously just trying to be friendly. It was my third week at the duplex. I recently learned that the halves were separated by a door in the basement. It was also where the washing machine and dryer was. I saw the door and decided to give the door knob a twist. It opened surprisingly easy. I gently shut it. I walked upstairs. I heard another round of arguments the next day. It was much worst then the others. I heard a slap and the fighting ended. The back door opened and closed..