It didnt take long to reach the third floor and it turned out that there were four apartments on each floor. i walked towards the door marked 3c and i...could feel my heart in my throat. "Do come in Mr Mercer" it was Gemma. "Make yourself at home" There was not much in the main room, a large very sumptuous couch, infront of an enormous fireplace, fully loaded and burning gently, between the couch and fireplace a white bearskin rug at least 6ft square. Gemma seated me on the couch, she returned. What guy is going to put up with that?”I nodded, and a thought came to me.“I have an idea for you, Tracey. Will you consider it?”“Sure.”“Let her have the ‘Marty Heller’ experience. From what you’ve said, I think that’ll be a pretty good alternative!”“Hmm. You know, you might just be right! Let me think about that,” She said slowly, looking at Marty as if appraising him for the task.Marty was just sitting there, smiling. And why not? I’d just told his girlfriend to let him have sex with a cute,. I look around me, but cant see anyone looking directly at me or handling their mobiles.I type back, 'You have my attention, where are you?' I look up and cast another glance to see if anyone is texting back.My fingers vibrate as the answer come back, 'Close by, thinking how I would love to be between your black netted stockings, Mmmmmmmm'.As I read I could feel my muscles tighten as if squeezing on a hard cock, too early in the morning for me, and I look at the schoolgirl accommodating the old. Luckily, the night was still young enough that I could manage this. As long as Karen and I went underground before Dawn, this could work. It would work. It had to work. I was highly resolved that it would, even as I double-teamed Jessica Hamby with her Maker, Bill Compton. Just then, Jason Stackhouse shoved his cock down her throat straight from Tara’s sweet black ass.Of course, I was balls deep in Jessica’s bottom and stared lustfully at her pale buttocks as I thrust in and out of her, very.