“Slut!” he hissed.It came out as an involuntary whisper and he quickly looked around to see if anyone had heard him say it. Sometimes he unconscio...sly regurgitated what the radio in his head was playing; more often these days than was safe. His thoughts once again turned to the elegant woman sipping coffee at the bar.‘She’s a slut alright and she deserves what she gets!’ the psychotic commentator announced in his deranged brain.He held up a newspaper to disguise his furtive surveillance of the. ‘The boogeyman does exist, and he’s a close personal friend of mine. Tell me why you have been following me!’ For a moment he struggled, then relaxed as he was filled with the uncontrollable urge to do anything I might ask of him. ‘I saw you at the library the other day, and I thought you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen… I followed you hoping to get your phone number… But you were gone before I had a chance to get close.’ ‘The next evening I saw you at the theater, and two. We proceeded up the stairs to her room. When we got into her room, Beth and Crystal had their clothes back on and were ready to help us take the last of the boxes out of the room. Beth looked at me and smiled. “What?” I asked. She looked at the zipper on my shorts and nodded her head at it. I looked down and saw a wet spot in the shape of a diamond. It was Kelly’s pussy juices from the stairs. “Nice touch Kelly,” Beth snickered. “What?” Kelly. While having breakfast we were busy kissing , licking each other and feeling each other. This was the most erotic sex that I ever had. We had coffee and Yogi dipped her boobs in powdered sugar and ask me to lick her boobs. This was awesome and mind-blowing. I never had such an incredible coffee experience . I finished my coffee and grabbed some butter. I applied it inside her pussy and on my dick.I carried her to the sofa and climbed on top of her, my dick slipped into her pussy and I was.