I could see her clean shaven pussy, still pink from the exercise and excitement. Her tits were barely covered by the edge of the robe. "You need to cl...se up your robe darling." "Why Rick, is it keeping your cock hard? Come on Rick, lets talk about it and work something out." "What do you mean work something out. You were having sex with your boyfriend right here in the house. Your mother needs to know about this. We need to discuss it with her." Rick, I have seen you looking at me with lust.. In fact, everything…seemed to mean nothing to him.If he had to wager in a guess, and if his memory served him right, it had been probably several weeks since he last bathed himself. If someone were to come to his apartment building at that very moment, they would be greeted with the stench that would put even a sumo wrestler to sleep in a matter of seconds.‘The Trashmaster’ his online friends called him, due to the sheer amount of trash in his room. The floor, the ceiling, his bed, even in. But I've found out I have a sort of talent. I can get them to do whatever I want." You are kidding me. That's impossible."I didn't look up, but I didn't need to. Mrs. Peters put down what she was working on and walked over to us. She wasn't on my list -- she was about 45, and while she wasn't bad-looking, I saw no reason to bother her when there were other fish to fry. She wore her hair, which was graying, on top of her head in a bun, like a stereotype of a librarian. Stu looked up at her. Usually when she got high I was high too. And whenI was high I was only worth one romp in bed and I wasdone in, if I got drunk forget it. It appeared when shewas plastered you could more or less have your way withher for as long as you wanted. I wondered if that meant any good looking guy could fuckher when she was drunk, then I realized she had beendrunk before and good looking guys had hit on her andnot received the time of day. Of course that was whenshe with me, so that probably.