"Please, what's wrong? Let us in, so we can help!" he said, speaking towards the panel, which must have a microphone of some kind.Lorraine stepped up ...ehind him, but didn't say anything. He spoke again, in angry tones, "Hey, assholes, open the door so we can help her." She hadn't known the gender of the screamer, but the man had either had slightly better hearing, or was making a possibly unwarranted assumption. "Now, assholes, before I kick it down."The door slid open, and the man strode in,. A wooden sign reading 'Honeysuckle Cottage' hung from the wall beside the door. The paintwork on the door and windows was fresh. The small front garden was neat and tidy. Before the girl had a chance to see more, the door opened, and a short, plump woman in her late fifties stepped out and welcomed them warmly."Oh how lovely to see you again, Pam dear," she said as she kissed the elder of the two visitors."Do come in...that's it," she said as she quickly ushered her two guests inside. The door. Next I turned my attention to the videos and learned some else about my neighbors. In the very first scene on the first tape I saw Wanda with three cocks in her and not one of them was John. I counted thirty-one different men fucking Wanda on that first tape in ones, twos, and threes and I pretty much beat myself raw watching it. It was a six-hour tape and what with work and other things it took me two days to see it all. There wasn't anyway that I was going to be able to watch all seven of the. I'd tug then down in order to caress and squeeze her soft behind. Once she was aroused I would strip the rest of her clothes off and go down on her. How I so desperately desired to bury my face between those lovely legs with them wrapped around my head while I eat out her warm juicy cunt. I daydreamed of orally bringing her to a tremendous orgasm, and then afterwards she would beg for me to fuck her. Of course in my fantasy I could do whatever I wanted with her. So of course once Lisa had my.