Ellen rounded the house and entered through the back door into the filthy kitchen. Dishes were stacked everywhere. Trash and debris overflowed the tra...h can. Every horizontal surface was cluttered with all manner of papers, dirty plates, pans and silverware. The floor was littered with trash. "Kelly?" Ellen called."In here," came the answer. Ellen walked into the darkened bedroom. On the bed sat a naked, dirty, pregnant girl, her knees out and her feet splayed like chicken wings, her hands on. ‘Maybe.’ Over the next few days, Monica threw herself into work. With the rumours going around of a potential hostile takeover, the share prices had dipped slightly, and she still had some work on the quarterly budget to finish. It helped her to focus, to forget Charles and the irritating Rupert Cross, all the scheming and dealing that went on behind the scenes. Now that Mr Scott was involved, she had little further contact with Lydia Goldman. It was out of her hands, but she was proud of. She was so wet I slid in easily. She just had on her black slip, and was grinding up and down on my already came thrice dick. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a stocky white guy watching us. He didn’t notice that I saw him, and he proceeded to pull out his thick veiny cock. I was amazed at the size of thing, and Andrea caught my jaw drop. She asked what I was looking at, and I told her what I saw. Well, Andrea is my girl, but also a complete cock slut. She loves to pick up guys when we go. When I had finished she asked if we were special friends, I said we were before I realised I had used the wrong term when explaining things, “So why can’t I touch your penis”? She had me backed up into a corner, if I wasn’t careful she would be upset and then she might tell her mother she had a bath in my house and I stayed with her, this would open up a Pandora’s box full of trouble. But if I did let her touch me, this too could open the box, what to do, I was asking for trouble either way. .