I have take out pizza often,” I explained.“I wish I lived with you,” she said.“No you don’t, your mom has to be more fun than me,” I said ...ith a laugh.I had also bought a gallon of iced tea, so I had a couple of glasses of that. Megan was concentrating on the pizza and I was glad. I also wanted her to feel safe, and convince her to let me know if anything seemed wrong. Which was why I engaged her in conversation.“So Megan, how old are you,” I asked.“I’m almost 12 years old,” she replied.“Well. The next thing I knew, Clyde walked up to me with a huge grin on his face and handed me my keys. I was astonished."What? How? Wow, that's incredible! Where did you learn how to do that?" I asked, trying to show my gratitude."Oh, a little somethin' I learned inside," he answered vaguely."Inside the locksmith school he went to, ain't that right, Clyde?" Luther offered before I could ask any more about it. Clyde just smiled and nodded."Well, thanks, Clyde, thanks a lot!" I said, genuinely. That was good, wonderful, but now she just wanted to feel a naked man on top of her, another naked body merging with her own naked body, and though reluctant to stop the ongoing fuck, she had Trey pause, told him to stop. It says a lot for the man that he did what she said, pulling back, disconnecting his still hard and unfulfilled shaft from it’s rightful place within Edy’s pussy. As Trey pulled back, Edy crawled up on the bed, and began taking off her remaining bits of clothing. No surprise. I hated to admit it but my body was reacting to the mistreatment. My pussy was wet, I could feel the dampness in my underwear. My pussy was hot and beating wildly as well, ready to take his cock no matter how much I didn’t want it.My top fell to the ground, leaving me in my bra and pants. But the man didn’t look impressed. I couldn’t will myself to go further so I covered myself up in shame and reluctance.He clicked his tongue and turned on his heel, stalking over to his desk and pulling a.