“Give me the address and I’ll just follow my GPS to my new house!” I could not believe both girls boldness. Nicole and I shared kisses as we a...e, and licked my fingers off several times, causing erection after erection. She handed me the thong which I waited to smell and lick when Yami came back to the table with our boxes for what we couldn’t finish. I took the thong and found the spot where her asshole had rubbed against the string. It tasted a little shitty, but wonderful. Yami stood. He takes a long hard drag at the cigarette, listening to its faint crackle. From the landing comes the sound of his neighbour’s door opening. Keys jangle briefly, then her shoe’s clatter down the stairs, fading into the sound of the city’s dark Jazz heart beat, and even in his apartment, Lyle detects the faintest trace of perfume in the air.The door to the street slams shut behind her with a resounding bang, as if Lyle is the only person left in the building now.He takes another sip of cold. There was "Somebody" fucking upstairs in my house! There was no doubt about that. I know fucking sounds when I hear them, that someone was getting a good pounding and someone was loving it.So I crept up their stairs, as quietly as I could, and could see that my bedroom room door was totally open. And there on the bed, on her hands and knees, was my wife, getting fucked by some very large black man.Ok, so the answer is yes! I did just watch for a minute or two. And yes, I did get a little hard. But if he didn't know David, then Frank had to wonder if he knew Oliver at all, and the entire concept confused and frustrated him. Oliver was David. The sweet kid with a happy smile and innocent demeanor was the arrogant, crude, prick. And Frank couldn't see it. He didn't understand how one could be the other when they were so different. But he believed it.He'd never once seen them together. True, it wasn't necessarily solid proof that they were one and the same. But, when he thought about how.