Finally, the light in Candie's bedroom winked out.After giving what they considered enough time for Candie to fall asleep, they put on their ski masks... crossed the yard, and prepared to enter her darkened house. With a quick flip of his pocket knife, George had the rear door open. Quietly, they moved through the kitchen, down the hallway, and gathered outside Candie's bedroom.With a rag soaked in the ether, George and the boys slipped into her room. For the briefest moment, the guys admired. I slowly put the head of my cock near the entrance of her now soaked pussy and slowly penetrated it her moans of ecstasy was all i needed to rock my cock in and out of her pussy she started thrusting forward to meet my own thrusts and we were fucking and i mean fucking in and out and hearing her say YEA FUCK MY PUSSY YEA THATS IT MMMMMM FUCK YOUR COCK IS SO BIG OH FUCK!! After awhile of fucking we decided to change positions this time she was on top standing over my cock she slowly lowered her. Neddy Claypole had something similar happen to him, and it festered in his mind until he blew his brains out."He grinned. "I hope I've more about me than the late Sergeant Claypole; but it does make one wonder about ones self. A girlfriend whom I loved, and a friend whom I trusted with my life, screwing each other behind my back. I wondered how long it had been going on, of course, and did any of my so called friends know, and if they had known why they hadn't told me." So, what will you do. All guys expected to see her again, especially the dreamers. She repeated her Christmas Day invitation in three days’ time and he appeared pleased to have the offer confirmed. That evening when putting on her sleep-to-dream CD before jumping into her bed (the bed she’d thought in the depth of despair at the airport at LA she’d never sleep in again) Monique thought of her hero, a hero who slithered? He had to be kidding, she giggled, and reached for her phone. Willis had another beer after.