"Who are you?" I asked, not moving from my position in the middle of the door frame."What's it to you? Where's Rita?" he demanded, this time putting a...big meaty paw on my chest and pushing me out of the way with no more effort than pushing a balloon."Rita!" he snarled in a loud voice. "Get your shit and get over here. We're getting out of here."I turned to look at Rita and saw a look of horror or fear ... or both. "No," she said weakly. "No ... I'm not going with you, Pete." The hell you. Denkt sie still bei sich. Langsam steht sie auf und er steht nur da und schaut sie an. Es ist der Mann von vorhin. Ängstlich weicht sie einen Schritt zurück. Dann fasst sie sich wieder, klopft den Schnee von ihrem Mantel und schaut ihn an. Er ist ziemlich groß und kräftig und blickt kalt zu ihr herunter. Sie schluckt noch einmal und traut sich dann. "Ich ... ich fürchte ich habe mich verlaufen. Können Sie mir vielleicht weiter helfen?" Ihre Stimme zittert.Dann zieht er einen Mundwinkel zu einem. Abel and Yvette's parents seemed like very nice folks. Ben was surprised his father looked like a guy you could easily get along with since he was a lawyer. Their mother was quiet but very polite."I brought you a bottle of red wine as a house warming gift," Ben's mother went on.Ben couldn't take my eyes off Yvette. She kept smiling at him and he knew Abel noticed the attraction he had for his sister. After a brief conversation with the new neighbors, Ben and his mother headed back home."They. He told me that the next day, Saturday, he did not have the morning office hours and this was the perfect evening for playing and told me of having run out of condoms and asked me to bring a dozen pack of condoms along with the Vodka bottle. A nice indication that I could fuck him multiple times and till late in the night. Awesome.I shaved, took a shower and shaved my pubes as well, although; there was not much to shave but I always liked my cock and balls to be clean shaved to show the full.