I should have gotten up and shoved the door back into the face of whomever trying to get in, but I did not. Through the slits of my eyes I could see t...e door opened and closed quickly. Then the sound of a zipper being undone, followed by rustling of clothes.The next thing I felt was the bed moved as yet another strange man fed his bare cock into my girlfriend's upturned and unprotected pussy. A small moan escaped her mouth but otherwise she was still deep asleep. Wet noise and quiet moaning. My gawd girl, they're so erect and hard that I can hardly wait to taste them."Cari listened to the sweetest words and wondered if it all wasn't a dream. Her eyes opened wider when Sandra's knowing fingers swooped downward and swiftly unfastened the snap and zipper of her jeans. All of a sudden Cari was aware of Sandra's rapid breathing and that the woman's breathing was merely gasps and moans. When her jeans were slowly rolled off her shapely hips and all the way down her long, slender legs,. The Pope was seated comfortably when she joined him accompanied by Doug, Ann, and Mary. Going to him, Karla dropped to her knees and kissed his ring.Rather than releasing her, though, Pope John Paul II held on to her hands and helped her to her feet, thinking as he did that no female alive was less in need of assistance than she. When she was standing, he just looked deeply into her eyes, nodded, and then dropped to his knees and kissed her fingers.Genuinely astounded, Karla exclaimed, "Your. What was she doing here on a Tuesday?"Cassie?" I called out, looking in the living room, dining room and kitchen. Climbing the stairs I paused at my bedroom door. My breath caught. An erection began to form.Cassie seemed to be asleep on top of the bed, wearing one of my dress shirts and nothing else, long bare legs exposed, laying on her front. I studied how sensually the shirt-tail barely covered her small ass. Bending, I couldn't tell if she had panties on. Tossed into the corner was a pile.