Walking out the front door, Alex glanced around, and as he'd expected, there were a collection of several smug street-smart types watching him. Withou... checking to see if Kitty was behind him or not, he set out in their direction."All right, where is she, punk?" one Hispanic man with short hair and a mustache—obviously the group's leader and likely Angelica's pimp—demanded."What? Whoever do you mean?" Alex asked, playing dumb, even though he knew it wouldn't help."I mean Honey, you idiot. The. She wasn't stalking me but she knew who i was and where i lived. She went on to say the that she has seen me almost every weekday on the bus for the past year. it would seem that seem that she got on two stops after i got on in the morning. I wondered and then asked, "how come i've never noticed you." she said she never really dressed in a way to get noticed and that she always had her head in a book. she went on to say that she was always attracted to me and the she never had the balls to. . but not anywhere near vociferously.“Oh. Ouch,” she said, hamming it up. “I’m going to cry!”“I’ll give you something to cry about if you keep being stubborn,” I threatened.She turned to me and the crutches fell noisily to the floor as she put her arms around my neck. She arched her back and pressed those amazing, soft, hot breasts against my chest.“And what would that be, you terrible ... mean ... old ... pervert? You gonna spank me again?”I saw the smoky look in her eyes, and heard the. Her head dangled off the edge of the bed. I wanted her mouth and throat again. I grabbed her head with both hands and aimed my throbbing cock at her mouth. When the tip of my cock touched Bianca’s lips, she eagerly opened her mouth wide. With one quick thrust and a grunt, I sent my cock down her throat. Bianca gagged and coughed. I eased my body onto hers, keeping my cock buried in her throat. Her head was wedged tight between the side of the mattress and my pelvis. I slid my hands around her.