While I’m still buttoning my shirt I say, “Now that we know I’m clean can you stop shooting at me?” I don’t wait for a reply but continue, �...�I actually could use some help. My friend lives in this neighborhood but it’s like a maze in here and she only gave me a street name. Do any of you know this place well enough to get me to Springfield Rd.?” Surprisingly the nerd actually tries to volunteer but the blonde interrupts him. The argument gets so entertaining that I’m trying to hard not to laugh. I got myself out from under the wife before I was drowned in sexual juices but before the husband had even pulled his cock out of her pussy she and I were making out as she enjoyed the taste of her and her husband.I was pretty keen to start fucking her but the wife had something else in mind. While the husband grabbed a towel and cleaned up a little bit, the wife moved south and starting giving my cock some serious attention. When the husband returned from the bathroom the wife told him that. . :/Well, I seem to be rambling, and I thank all of you who have taken the time toactually read the 'Intro' to "Don't Bet on It!" Happy reading and rememberthat this story is intended to perused with one hand only! ;>Sissy DemiNOTICE: This story may be freely posted to newsgroups, BBSs, other storysites, ect. I only ask that I be credited for the work and that all care istaken to keep minors from getting ahold of it.This story is intended as a work of fiction, and is also intended to beenjoyed. I did not know until I felt his hand on my shoulder and I froze not knowing who had come up behind me while I was so fully exposed.I attempted to stand up with the intent of pulling up my jeans but he held me down with his one strong hand on my neck. I gave in to the pressure and remained on all fours and he loosened his grip while keeping his hand around my neck. With his free hand he unbuckled his belt and I could tell he was dropping his work pants. Without a word he got down on his knees.