"And the gates magically opened. I was glad she didn't ask any questions. I'm not sure I could've spoke. My stomach was doing cartwheels. I pulled up,...parked next to Debbie's car and got out. Man, what a spread this place was. I had to literally force myself up to the front door. If some one touched me I'd jump out of my skin. At the front door, I screwed up all my courage and pressed the buzzer. I noticed a few more cameras around the house. Who ever owned this place was pretty paranoid.. Harry was right there and she reached out to clean off his shaft too. Just like Bill’s it tasted like an incredible mix of her ass and their cum and she swallowed him. He stood in front of her as she lifted his shaft up and moved her tongue under him, sucking and cleaning his balls. When she finished, she looked up at him. Her mascara had run from the gagging and her makeup was far from beautiful but it was slutty and she knew it. Harry leaned forward and kissed her as well. Byron moved in and. . almost every Thursday night.She knew they went out every week. They had for years, first getting a babysitter and then, when she was old enough to stay home alone, telling her when they'd be back. She'd never thought to ask them where they were going. She had just assumed it was cards, or bowling or whatever it was that adults did on their "dates".She peered closer at the entries in the big scheduling book. Each party was listed under a name with a number after that. That was the number of. My bisexual lover kept up the very slow grinding of his hips into my own pelvis as I ran my hands up and down his naked back, bare ass cheeks and imagined those strong thigh muscles making sure I enjoyed every second. It felt great feeling his heavy body on mine as we lay in my bed while the sound of traffic and footsteps rushed by my window. The day was just about to start for some, while mine had began in the best way possible. A hot and sexually charged cock, waiting to pound me silly before.