So despite our age differences and because of her circumstances and mine, we both hit it off and became fast friends. On occasion Rose would stay with...the kids if I needed help or if I just wanted to get out for the night with the some of the girls at the office but for the most part, I didn't socialize much outside of work. Money was tight for me, and so most weekends I stayed home catching up on things, shopping, cleaning, swimming lessons with the kids and hanging out at home watching. ”“Are there demons here in this town?” I inquire.The two strangers stare at one another for several moments before Melinda finally replies. “Yes, but we call them monsters. Just barely survived an attack. Happened only a few minutes ago.”“Yeah, and there were five of us then,” Harry says dejected. “But only me and the lady here made it out.”“What happened?”“I don’t really know,” Melinda begins. “I woke up in that pod, but when I stepped outside I was home somehow, in the mayor’s house.”“You’re. Well basically I'm your boss today and I bet my wet pussy that you are... the guitarist!" Well.... you win." And so do you, I love guitarists!" With that she dropped her shorts and leaned back on the mixing console. Her shirt wasn't quite long enough so I could see her bald pussy.I stood up, my shorts still around my knees. My cock had softened a bit but the view woke him up again. I approached her slowly.Standing right in front of her, my growing cock slightly touching her shirt, she pulled my. It was raw fucking and it was what we both needed at the time.We retired to bed, satisfied. Well, knowing Brig, I hope she was satisfied.In the morning, when Brig left for work, the roles were reversed. I was still half asleep when I heard my door open. I half opened my eyes to see Steve in the doorway. The clock read eight. It seemed much too early.I felt the bed move, the bed clothes rise and then I felt his mouth around my cock. My cock jerked upright, his lips felt good around my cock. I.