This was not a Sean Connery- James Bond, but me. The condoms were not to prevent Fran getting pregnant. They were to make sure that I got my hole. I ...sually left it up to her. I mean, I didn’t want to force her. We had done we shouldn't be doing this kind of thing dance many times before. We were friends. I always waited, got a little bit drunk, before I called. She'd ask where I was, but she’d know that if I phoned that I'd be somewhere close by, maybe the Halt Bar. Part of me didn't want. Ann had no idea what he was talking about, but she did recognize the urgency in his voice. That worried her. Had something happened to Martin? ‘Dad’s on his way up here,’ Melissa said. ‘He thinks the guy who’s been stalking you is following him.’ ‘Oh, God!’ Ann said. Her worst fears were realized. She’d dragged Martin and his family into her messed-up life, too. Now they were in danger. ‘I-I have to leave.’ ‘No way!’ Melissa said. ‘We’re going to give the guy a surprise.’ ‘What…what do you. Switching the TV on I was unable to find anything worth watching or that would help me sleep again. While I was laying there some movement caught the corner of my eye. Turning to face the computer screen I could see Dwane sitting up on the couch. He looked around for a moment just before reaching down to rub his crotch. Even in the faint light coming from the kitchen I could see he had an erection again. Reaching into his underwear I watched as he began to play with himself as he looked across. I hadn’t chosen them they chose me. Now typically I’m not really an orgy type guy. A single attractive girl will satisfy me all day long, but these two little vixens were like a pair of matched bookends. I wasn’t sure if they were twin sisters or just very close cousins because I couldn’t tell them apart. The one girl just kind of slid into my lap and the other perched on the armrest of the chair I was sitting in. I hadn’t a clue how I was going to handle these two but their.