Well, that was I, standing in the hallway of my apartment building that Saturday evening. Although I was wearing a robe, it was unbelted. For all prac...ical purposes I could have been the confused Private Charles Plumpick character standing at the gate of a convent, naked, with a birdcage in my hand. Only in my case the camera did not zoom out and credits did not start to roll. No, I was alone, still sort of drunk, still a little buzzed from the as-always great deep throat blowjob Simone had. I brushed my teeth, got completely undressed, though about it for a minute, smiled to myself and neglected to put anything on before I climbed into bed with Briana. I awoke with morning wood like any other day, but today was different. I could feel it before opening my eyes, so I slowly opened one eye very slightly, and watched her slowly stroking my stiff cock. She was sitting crossed legged next to my naked body. Her small thin hand barely fitting around my thick shaft, her other hand. The couch and wing back chair, with the arcadia door between them, were all in view. With the guy seated on the couch, and Pat in the wing back chair, he would be facing her, and away from me. She went outside and met him in the front yard, asking if she could hold his tape or whatever so he could measure the yard. As she helped him, she discussed the type of sprinkler heads and pressure valves we were expecting to be part of the package. He told her that she seemed to know what she was doing,. .. rutting ... fucking?"I think I saw them talking," said Gloria, suddenly.Judy dropped her shorts, and pulled off her T shirt, to stand only in panties. She slipped on her sleep shirt."Well, she'd better get her butt in here," said the counselor. "I'll be right back."Gloria felt dread as the young woman stalked out, a flashlight in her hand. Then, within a minute, she was back, with Amy in tow."We were just talking," whined Amy, sulking."Talk during the day, not in the dark, when you're.