“I will,” Dexter said.“I guess I better go,” Amber said.Dexter said, “Okay.”For a moment, she stood there looking at him. Then she turned ...nd beat a hasty retreat from the apartment. The door slammed shut behind her. Dexter stood there staring at the door, and then looked down at the floor. He was going to miss her. He went to the study, to work, hoping that would take his mind off of her absence. He found that he couldn’t concentrate.In the one week Amber had spent with him, she had become an. " A slick finger entered me. Karen pushed it all the way in. Afterpumping it a minute, he added a second. My cock was hard beneath me. The fingers withdrew and I knew the softness now rubbing againstmy hole was the head of his cock and that behind it there was six orseven inches of hardness. He pushed forward and the plump head poppedpast my tight rim. He stopped. "Lean back on it when ever you are ready." He moaned. Taking only a second to get used to the fullness, I very slowlylowered myself,. “Donnie, Dee Dee, can I ask you both something?”Both of them looked up and nodded their heads in unison. This was getting weird.“First, do you mind if I refer to you as girls? I never call a woman a girl at the office. I know it’s a sexist form of address. But when we get personal, I just feel more comfortable referring to you two as girls rather than as ladies. Just between us, I mean. Do you have a problem with that?”They shook their heads, smiled, and said “No, Andrew.”I said, “Do you girls. So after a week and a half I stopped using him as my focus for my nightly masturbation sessions.Then, one day I got off the bus and started walking straight to my apartment, I felt a slight tug at my arm. I turned around swiftly ready to stare down the person who was attempting to assault me. To my fucking surprise it was the guy in the dark rimmed glasses. I guess he saw my mad stare and he kinda backed away a bit and then he explained that I left my scarf on the bus. He recognized my scarf.