He was a bit Spanish looking, or maybe Italian. “Goodevening” he said... “May I use your bathroom?”. I hadn’t ever had anyonecome to my door...wanting to use my bathroom before, but I replied “Sure,come this way”, and led him in the direction of the toilet.I recognised this man, from somewhere...As I thought about it, I realised I had seen him at the bar earlier thatnight talking with some friends of mine. He was rather familiar...Perhaps we had even met before. That must have been why my friend. Ooohh!... Ooohh!... Ahhh... Mmmm..." He sort of shuddered for a brief moment and then his body collapsed over mine. A while passed with his body resting over mine and then he lifted himself up again as he smiled saying, "That was really... Really good..." Just then David looked down at his crotch as if he suddenly noticed something wrong there. It turns out my dick had let out a little of my pre mature clear cum and my brother also thought I had peed on him. He quickly got off from the bed and. The feeling wasintense, amazing. I tried to look back between my legs but the frontof my skirt hung down, cutting off the view.He pulled back, and pushed in again, slowly at first, then faster.I looked down to the magazine open beside me, of the woman beingfucked by a man behind her, and imagined myself to be her, dressedin my skirt and blouse and bra. By now John was pounding hardagainst me, fucking me fast and hard. The only sounds in the basementwere our gasps and the sound of our skin. " said Robert.Sherri stood and followed, her head down, her mind reeling. She was doomed, and she knew it.Robert stopped in the kitchen, and pointed to a door. "This is the door to the basement, the key is your fingerprint." he took some keys out of his pocket and put one in the side of the fingerprint scanner. "Place your index finger on the panel." he instructed her.Sherri complied, and when she did, a light flashed red, and then green. She saw Robert turn the key back the other way, and told.