A moment later the television blared on; it was turned even louder."Hey, man… she is not her…!” One of the men yelled.“But we are in the right...address here, man…” Said the other one.“Listen… the number is right, but the fucking street is wrong…”“Do you think we got time?" "There is always time, man…; bring the little bitch over here."I felt some rough hands picking me up and pushing me to my feet.I then felt something soft against my belly and I recognized it as the back of the main sofa.. Her pussy was clean shaven and literally dripping wet. A strand of her juice broke off and ran down her thigh. Her belly stuck out the slightest amount but you could tell she worked out as she had slight abs. Her tits were huge and her nipples pink and erect. Her strawberry blond hair was down past her shoulders and she was still sucking on her finger, eyes closed. I began to breathe heavy and I was so hard it hurt. She walked over to the bed and strattled me. She took off my hoodie and bent. They were able to do it a few more times during the summer, and kept in touch through Facebook during Josh’s first semester in college, but then the relationship faded away as he became more involved with his life at college. Sam was the only one at North who knew about this relationship, and she constantly pushed M.J. to find a local guy to hook up with, but no one ever seemed right, and there never seemed to be time. But occasionally, if you watched M.J., she would smile a certain smile, and. Whatever it was it was on. The inside of the mantle began to glow."Hello? Hello? Are you there?" The giant flatscreen TV in the room was speaking to them. It was off ... the switch was OFF ... Hell, the damn thing was unplugged ... books are so much better than video ... but the TV was broadcasting."Hello? Edmond? Edmond Huntly? Persephone? Are you there?" Oh, what the fuck ... Hello." That's a male voice ... Professor? I've gotten through to someone."A new voice was speaking, "Edmond? Is that.