He could hear sounds coming from down the hall to his left. If Marcy was here, she wasn’t alone.Juan moved carefully down the hall, the sounds becom...ng clearer as he moved. He recognized the sounds of someone getting fucked. Looks like someone else might have managed to get to Marcy first. Juan moved slowly, making sure to make as little noise as he could. He stopped at the open doorway and peeped inside the front room, what had once been the master bedroom for him and his wife.There were a. Bringing me to a small chamber, on the bench lies my armor. On the other side of the room is a door. I know this door very well…the door leads to the ramp…that ramp leads to the coliseum …and the coliseum leads to…well I don’t like to think where that leads. The guards, from behind the gate , watch as I don my armor. It doesn’t seem like much but out there you use what you can. Personally though , I usually stick to the basics, but pass on the helmet. Once properly garbed, one guard, drops a. " Well, I'll miss that blonde cheerleader's tight wet pussy. I'm stuck with an old hag's dried up one. And, man, her ass was even tighter."They continued laughing, jibing each other with merriment. And then they stopped laughing when they heard a loud crash. Running to the parlor, they found pieces of a shattered vase on the floor. Looking at each other in confusion, Mrs. Smither shrugged and was about to get a broom and dustpan when they heard a door slam on the second floor. Mr. Smither. Now instead of being upset she’s gonna want to know what we talked about, and did you really say she was pretty. Tell her we talked about forming a dance committee to bring dancing back to the club and I needed input from the younger members. Tell her I’d like for her and some of your friends’ wives to be on it. Tell her we’ll talk about it Friday.’ I paused for a breath. ‘Now, before you go I want you to talk to Buck here. He’s got a story you need to hear.’ …………………………………………. BUCKS’ STORY. ‘It.