I wandered out of our room, and looked out the front door into the neighbour's flat across the hall.Heather was in her kitchen, bending over the baby'... crib, tucking Sissy in for her morning nap after feeding. I wasn't sure what I was seeing at first, but I instinctively got a hard-on. Heather was partially deaf, and so didn't hear me gasp at seeing her naked behind peeking out from under her mini-skirt. Brett however, did hear me, and happily ran to the door shouting my name. Heather heard. She could feel the male presence behind her and breathed in his masculine African scent. It was strong even though she was facing away from him.The exploring hand seemed to sense her lack of resistance, and slipped between her legs, casually stroking.Vicky stepped to one side. She was not used to being so brazenly fondled, at least not in a public place. She looked around and saw a short, fat African to her right. The African made no effort to hide his ogling of her jutting breasts. She. I just went and laid in my bed. I had to close my eyes for a minute to try to be able to focus on something other than making myself cum. I saw my laptop and opend it up hoping it would distract me. I still had 2.5 hours tills anyone would be home, and even then it won't stop me much. Just limit me to my room.I tried surfing the web but it didn't take long till my browsing went in a different direction. I pulled up an incognito page and stared at the google search bar. I think I was scared to. As she showered, she felt the tickling trickle of Dr. Stillwell's semen as it dribbled slowly out of her uterus and into her vagina.Her sanity had returned as she awoke, but only now did she recall what had happened to her, and what it meant."My God!" she said aloud. "He got that dog-prick of his into my uterus and squirted his come all over inside me! I have to get it out of there, quick!"She dashed all over the bathroom, looking for some means to douche herself effectively. There was no.