Don't ya Chris? You want to fuck some more?"I was too wiped out to answer, but my head involuntarily nodded in the affirmative."Wow, you lucky fucker,...got a slut living less than a block away. I know where I'm going to be spending my summer, right here at your house."I began to get my wits about me, and I looked at the clock on Pail's table. It said 4:15. I didn't know when Mom would be home, but Dad was usually home by 4:30. I jumped up from the bed, a torrent of jizz pouring down the inside. He wanted me to join him, to mirror him. I swallowed hard, looked around as if to see who was watching me - a silly notion in a locked room. Then I stood, my cock in hand, dripping and flushed with a little bit of shock at myself and on fire with an incredible rush of arousal.He was clearly waiting for me. I dropped my binoculars, then my pants. Then he and I began to slow-stroke at first, keeping our eyes locked across the open air, and continued to match one another in rising rhythms and. Our breathing quickened and our pulses increased rapidly as we fucked in unison.“Aaahhh...Aaahhhh...” I moaned as he kept on fucking me and the now familiar sounds of the creeking bed, slapping balls and grunting, moaning mouths filed the room. I raised my legs off his shoulder, pointing them straight in the air and spreading them in a perfect V before he grabbed the ankles and carried on fucking me.He placed my legs behind his back and lowered himself on to my tits, squeezing them with his. ‘They have some kind of weapon with them.’ Sternigan looks at her noting the serious tone she used. ‘Something we haven’t seen before?’ he asks. Before words can even leave her lips the building shudders. The floor shakes threatening to force them both to their knees. The sounds of gunfire erupt a second later. ‘They’re past our first line of defense,’ she states. ‘Sir, we need to get you out of here.’ ‘I’m not going anywhere,’ he says. He walks over to the dresser and slides out the bottom.