Then the door opened.A man stood in the doorway. He had clearly just awoken and he did not look happy. His blond hair was mussed up and his blue eyes ...ere bloodshot. He was a good deal younger and taller than Victor, and while a good looking man was out of condition. Too much booze and late nights, thought Victor.“What do you want?” growled the man.“I’m Victor Freeman from the top floor. Is Susan in?”“No.”“Would you give her a message, please?”“I don’t know. What is it?”“Just tell her that I’m. They leftand started dancing again. I decided to up the ante alittle. I pulled her close to me kissing her and slippedmy hand down her panties.“Hold on there, not so fast,” she said, stopping myhand. I turned her over onto the couch and mounted her.“Yes” I said. I pushed my hand down her panties again,feeling her wetness. “Let’s go to your place,” Ioffered. “I can’t. I live with my parents. What about yourplace?”Damn. My place was out. He had a large cock. Bigger than mine for sure. She broke the kiss long enough to look into his eyes and purr, "My, my. Someone sure is a big boy..." I was mesmerized by what I saw. She was lightly rubbing her hand up and down his shaft, fondling the large purplish head. She kept kissing him. The sides of their cheeks puffing as their tongues dueled for space. He had undone a couple more buttons to her shirt and worked his hand inside. The shelf bra left her nipples exposed and he took full. .." she wavered, realizing that she might have shared a little too much."What things?" Dianne pressed, her eyes now glued to the once again wobbling prick that Ellen held in her hand, talking as she did so, continuing to wave it about like a magic wand or something.Ellen hesitated. "Maybe it would be easier to show you," she said boldly, suddenly picking up the remote.With the press of a button, the TV turned on once again, along with the movie that had been playing, though the sound was still.