Since it wasn't too late, I decided to drive over to the apartment and drop off the items I had bought and check the shower.The stairs where tricky as...hell to maneuver in the dark. Especially carrying a load that made seeing hard. When I finally got inside, I dropped the foam pad and went to the bathroom. I had a great pedestal sink a classic toilet and a free standing claw foot tub with no shower."Son of a bitch," I said aloud. I walked out of the bathroom shaking my head. I went into the. He looked into Leslie'sincredible big and round eyes, and just couldn't say goodbye. He wantedto pay, and get more of her. In went his credit card number, and click."Purchase complete," said the screen. Jim then realized he had no ideawhat he'd bought. "Thinking with my dick, again, not my wallet," he said aloud.The next page asked for some vital statistics on Jim. Height: 6'0".Weight: 200. Hair: black. Education: law grad. Hobbies: basketball, golf,softball. And on it went, about 35 totally. She creamed herself at least twice on my cock, even as my wife flooded my face with her juices at last. Whatever this threesome was supposed to be, I was rapidly taking charge of it and both ladies knew it. When I stuck my tongue inside Steph’s butthole, she screamed louder than a banshee and collapsed on top of me. Maggie lost it, clenched my dick with her slippery, hot, wet gash, and even pissed herself before I exploded in her furry twat.“I guess ... an explanation ... is in order, right?”. “Absolutely.”I glanced over at Estelle who was still ranting – I suppose I was expecting to see her frothing at the mouth or something. The only thing I could say for sure is that Estelle appeared unconcerned that Jen and I had started ignoring her. Bonnie, on the other hand, was glaring at Estelle with undisguised fury.Bonnie abruptly stood up and went over to a drawer that contains odds and sods. She pulled something out and went to stand behind Estelle. Estelle ignored her because she was.