Es dauerte nur leider 2 Stunden bis ich einsah dass ich hier nicht allein rauskomme.Ich versuchte an mein Handy zu kommen, dieses war aber leider auss...r Reichweite (ja eigentlich stand im Internet dass man das nie machen sollte - doofheit von mir). Nach einer weiteren Stunde wusste ich was zu tun war und rang noch mit mir selbst. Ich öffnete die Wohnungstür und legte den Türstopper vor diese. Meine Nachbarin gegenüber war ca. Mitte 50 und immer recht freundlich. Ich wollte in diesem Moment. " So, what is it you want?" Her friends were still just standing there looking at me."I would like to know if I could take you to your prom, unless you already have a date." She looked at me totally shocked."What? Jeffrey, what are you thinking? I haven't seen you for at least nine or ten years. Why on God's green earth would you ask me to the prom?"I took a deep breath. I wasn't sure if I should be honest with her but I went for broke. "Because I'm still in love with you," I answered. Her. His face contorted with exertion as he thrust into her hard enough to stop her annoyingly fake cries of pleasure and replace them with authentic grunts and whimpers. It seemed like it would go on forever, the two of them fucking right in front of me. As Claire lost herself in her ecstasy, Brandon raised his head to look at me. I couldn’t hide what he was doing to me, and I writhed in my chains. ‘Oh God, Brandon,’ Claire whimpered, ‘Fuck, you’re going to have to stop soon or I won’t be able to. If you don’t want the experience, then I’m sure my sweetheart will gladly have another fill. That right, Marilyn?”“Sure thing, lover.” And to me, she said, “You’re missing the chance of a lifetime. It’s not only huge, he knows how to use it, believe me. He’s the best fuck ever.”I looked again at Victor. He just stared at me, slowly stroking the object of my confusion. Marilyn had taken him, all of him, in fact. So what’s stopping me? Fear of the unknown? God, what a train ride this is.“It’s.