It was then that I heard the knocking at the front door.At first I wrote it off to being just my throbbing head, over worked brain and simply worn out...body, but then I noticed that it was someone tapping on the glass of the door with what sounded like a key. I made my way to the door, passing through the security gate that we use to keep homeless people and desperate fans/out of work actors from just barging right in and creating a scene. The glass to the front door was frosted so I tried to. "Who's there?" Sammy called."Its me," I said in my Darren voice. "Can I come in?"Sammy agreed so I opened the door and walked inside. I found himsitting at his desk smoking a cigarette. A pack of Camel No. 9's was onhis desk. His room was full of smoke."Maybe you should crack a window or something," I said as I took it uponmyself to ventilate the room. Sammy nodded without saying anything as Iopened his window.The cold November air came rushing in as I sat down on his bed with myback to. Her body was a machine built for pleasure for her and me, as our lengthy love making session continued. Like Lilly's hungry appetite for a cock in her mouth, once she felt the pleasure of a cock in her pussy she was addicted. Our bodies were dripping with perspiration as she continued to fuck herself on my cock, desperately trying to recreate the orgasm she just had. Noticing that she was close again and getting frustrated at not being able to bring the tidal wave of pleasure come crashing down. She had expected that Sandra would turn around and run away, when she would see how big of a group was waiting for her in the courtyard."Are you waiting for me?" Sandra asked Melinda in a happy tone."Umm ... Yes," Melinda said, taken back with the boldness of Sandra's question."So, you have something fun for me planned?"Melinda looked at Sandra in wonder, she couldn't believe Sandra was saying all of this. Sandra even looked happy about this all. "No, this can't be," Melinda thought. "She is.