" He wanted and awkwardly tried to hold one of her B cups. "What have we here?" she said as she took hold of Steve's erection almost bringing him to t...ars. After stroking it maybe twice Frannie unhooked the waist band and unzipped his shorts and worked his erect dick into the open. "That's a nice one Steve," she said as she stroked it.Steve wondered how Frannie would know if it was a nice one or not but immediately discarded the inquiry to play attention to her tits and his dick. He was sure. “You didn’t, did you? Did you order a stripper to deliver a pizza to us?”“Heaven’s no, I wouldn’t so that!” She couldn’t help an innocent-like laugh.Karen opened the front door to a man holding a large pizza box in his hands. “I have a pizza delivery for a Karen Miller, something to eat on her last night of freedom before getting married!” He read from the note.“I’m Karen,” she smiled at the tall, muscular-looking delivery man.“You’re getting married tomorrow?” He asked, eyeing her. This one had a guy on a web cam with both his hands behind his head, with someone off camera pumping his cock up and down. At seeing this brad got out of the chair and gestured for me to sit down. Once seated brad got on his knees in front of me and took my cock in his right hand and began pumping away and after a few pumps a little amount of clear fluid seeped out of my cock so with his left hand, he rubbed the tip, this level of stimulation quickly built up and before I knew it I felt a weird. Of course if someone did succeed in this highly dubious venture he'd have to contend with the rest of the LBs. To tell the truth I'm not sure which is the most dangerous prospect: six highly trained and heavily armed killers after your ass or just her. It's a toss-up. Dead is dead and all of us will eventually find our way into that long night, but how you get there makes a difference, at least it does to me. Just a word to the wise, don't piss her off. Post-script: she gets pissed off easily.