‘Somethin’ wrong darlin” she asked. It took a few seconds before I answered. ‘Should there be?’ ‘No darlin’, I ‘aven’t done anything...wrong ‘ave I? ‘Don’t know, have you?’ ‘Don’t think so, but you seem to be off.’ ‘It’s just that today at work, Bert mentioned that dickhead yank, and it’s brought back bad memories.’ I lied. ‘Bad memories, but as far as I am concerned good news and funny too, ‘Dick head yank, I don’t know who you mean.’ ‘Yeah you do Charles Winestein the the third, or Chooky. He knew I was home, and he probably knew I'd get curious, so when I tried to peek into the keyhole at his door, I was given a rude awakening - he was projecting right at that wall and door. What I got was blinded!Fortunately, the other guys wanted a better view and begged Kevin to project onto the smoothest wall, which was ninety degrees right of the door.While getting back my eyesight, I heard one of the boys go to the bathroom. It turned out to be Kevin because I heard him talk as he opened. She was now kneeling on the bed, her soaked pussy just an inch over my mouth. She once again reached down and began to rapidly stroke her swollen clit, her eyes locked on mine. She pushed two fingers deep inside of her , holding them there for several seconds. She then removed them, extending them forward, pushing them between my lips, deep inside my mouth. I sucked on her fingers removing the thick, sweet coating from them. I looked up at her, her eyes were closed shut, savoring the feeling of. I went to get the post and i opened my bank statement and there was something wrong there was $3000 out of are account and i was really really really pissed when it says the money went to harveys dad.i came banging into are bed room and said to harvey "You have got to be fucking kidding me harvey. $3000 fucking £3000 what did he need the money for this time actually dont answer that because i cant even look at you!" after i said that i picked up my keys and slammed the apartment door behind.