It felt good, but I was tightening up my vagina, awaiting the invasion of his huge tool. He must have realized this as he took it out, letting it slid... up and down my lips some more. He placed the length of it along the length of my lips while he stroked my tummy. Then my neck. He leaned down and began kissing my neck, little pecks that had felt so good before. They still did, but I was more nervous now. I felt like he had placed a baseball bat between my legs, and was rubbing it along my. Checking mailboxes He saw His party was on the top floor. "The penthouse?" He asked himself.In the elevator He composed Himself. Emotion would be counter-productive. He couldn't have that.The elevator opened to a single entry with a door opening to His left and another on the right. As He had guessed, there were only two apartments on the top floor. "Very elite!" He chuckled to Himself. He heard laughter and music coming from the door on His right. "That has to be the one," He told himself.Not. She sat up, arose to standing wiped her mouth, walked over to her husband and they carried on with their walk.The builders resumed working as if nothing happened. I stood, pulled up my pants, and walked off back to my bike to go home. Leaving Mel with a red ass and no buttons on her blouse. I walked in to the kitchen mom was dressed in a bedsheet styled like a toga. A bare breast exposed. Her freshly pierced nipples with stainless steel studs fitted. "You are late" "I caught up with Grandpa. Bring Stu and Isabel with you, why don’t you?”“Sure will, pretty lady.”Coming in from the north like determined who was going home first, and that was Joe Abbott, our First Violist. His parents and his little brother Marcus answered the door welcoming him home. I told them how much he made and when he would get the money, quickly asking Marcus if he was interested in joining the GSS or not?“Yes sir, Michael. I started learning how to play the French Horn the day you guys left.”“Wonderful, thank.