‘Noooo!!!’ Abby murmured. ‘You can’t stay, Bill. You really can’t. You have to leave. I…I want you to leave. Right now.’ Bill, a smug gr...n on his face, walked over to her. ‘Come on, Abby, you don’t really mean that,’ he said and pushed the door closed. ‘We both know you don’t. You don’t need to put on a show for me. I know how much you liked what happened the last time was here, and you liked what happened at the party just as much, didn’t you?’ ‘Bill, please,’ Abby said, ‘If you don’t leave,. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, I watch as she slowly pulls my zipper down, a mischievous smirk on her face. She reaches in my fly and fishes my cock out, giving the tip a little kiss, then sitting back a bit as if waiting for permission."Go ahead, my little slut," I tell her, smiling.Angel wolfs my cock down like she's in a hot dog eating contest, taking me all the way down right off the get-go. She begins bobbing up and down on my cock furiously. It's almost as if she has someplace to be and. "I didn't expect Monica to tell Ericaeverything."Jeff, still huddled in the hallway, desperately tried to think of a way outof his current predicament. "Please babe," Jeff said as he risked stickinghis head around the hallway doorway, "can you put down the wand and justtalk to me?!"Erica watched with a smirk as Jeff's head quickly disappeared around thehallway doorway. "Sure hun," she called, "just come on out and we cantalk."Jeff dared another glance at his wife and was relieved to see that. Next Street Over was a neighborhood bar with a broader patronage. It was a southern Cheers where everybody knew your name. Many of its customers lived close enough to walk to the bar and stumble home. Of those present on this day John Peterson lived two blocks away in the house left to him by his parents. Judy Owens was a block away in a beautiful old townhouse that she had purchased for cash. There was always a question among the regulars as to whose cash it was but nonetheless as Otis.