I was twenty-one and had lived on my own since leaving home at 18. My parents were consistently fighting and arguing and I needed a break.The apartmen... was sparsely decorated. A half-eaten apple lay on the pass through between the dining area and the kitchen. A stack of papers lay cluttered on the dining room table. I quickly surmised he didn't have a wife or a girlfriend, because no self-respecting woman would allow such an unkempt appearance.I plopped down on the couch and immediately sprang. Lying on her stomach like this, with me thrusting on top of her, I couldn’t see that magnificent chest, much less touch it. It was disappointing, I’ll admit, but I was still balls deep inside the hottest girl I’d ever met and I was confident that would be more than enough to get me to fill her with my seed. My cock sped up, and I adjusted my knees so I could angle myself in such a way that allowed me to almost get my entire length inside her with each thrust. She glanced over her shoulder. I think the trouble with Druella started when I caught her giving blow jobs to the gangster types that hung out on the corner of our side street making lewd comments about the young girls walking by or on their bicycles. I thought that most of them were jerks but it seemed like that was the modus operand for "cool guys" and just about all the girls twittered and tingled the more they made filthy gestures and called out dirty names. I was more the "altar boy" type but it didn't mean I wasn't. It was attached, but I couldn't feel it.Grimsley saw me sitting there pulling on my lower lip. He waved his hand in front of my eyes, looking to see if I could focus on him. "He's really fucked up! What time did you boys get here?"Bailey leaned in towards me, his face directly in front of mine, "Yo, Meadows! What time did we get here?" You don't have to scream. I can see you just fine." I can see you too. That's a good thing. Now what time did we get here?" 6:17 Norfolk time, SIR!" I gave.