She could tell from their voices that they were older, but that was all. It drove Cheryl insane as she tried to put faces to the sounds. It became an ...bsession. On a Saturday night two months later, Cheryl stood nude in her room with her ear against the wall waiting to hear tonight's show. She heard their voices, but not as clear. They weren't in the bedroom yet. Cheryl listened intently and and heard the man say something unclear, but heard the word “balcony.” She thought about it for a moment. She would get me to do her lesbian partner and let her watch. Although I did not find this butch looking partner a turn on, I could climb her to get into the one I wanted. I put on my running shorts and tee shirt and jogged by the house, turned and went into the back door. This kept anyone knowing I was there. We exchanged hugs and her butch partner did not care for so much. She knew what the night would be, and she would be mounted and riden by me later. This was not her favorite part of the. If you want to drive the car, I'll go along for the ride andwatch the scenery.We lived in her condo in Manhattan. She owned it. Her monthly fees weremore than I earned each month. I worked as an IT for a big accountingfirm. Enough said. It was boring, but everyone left me alone and I didget paid.Fifty-five thousand a year sounds good until you try to live on it. ThenI met Sarah. I was working at my weekend job, serving for a caterer.Sarah picked me up that night. Well, I allowed Sarah. While before she had maintained Penny right on the edge of orgasm, now she worked to maintain her in that state. And she did. Penny’s screams had died down, and then shifted to words — “More! More!” — and then to inchoate sounds. While all the now-well-toned muscles in her body had been in spasm, it appeared that they had reached the point of exhaustion, too. But her pelvis was still shaking, albeit with diminishing violence, while continuing to pour out her cum cream.Now that she was more.