Here," she said, slamming the microphone into one of the goon's hands and stomping out the door. "Take care of it." She slammed the door behind her."I...thought her name was Irma," I said to Angela, who shushed me."Sit down," said Fast Freddy. We heard the bed squeal. Then we heard two blasts. Then, "Thank god for plastic bed covers. Shit." He realized he was still being heard by some unknown, because the sound snapped, sound of breaking, and was silent."Two things," I said to a shivering Angela.. She stood up and looked out my door, still naked with cum dripping from her little cunny lips, and walked outside. The mailman, just walking up to deliver my mail, was met by a raging horny teen hellbent on being pregnant by sundown. She bent over, grabbing the front door and ordered the mailman to fuck her hard and fast right now. He obliged and fucked her for about a minute until he unloaded into her sticky wet hole. She sucked his cock clean and buttoned him up, sending him about. There was a slightly bigger crack in the door than usual and I was raging hard just approaching. I peeked in to see her standing holding her bottoms and getting ready to step into them, naked of course with her back to me. I leaned in for a better view and my forehead hit the door lightly, with just a small tap but the door began swinging open some.I ducked back out of the way but of course I heard her say, "John, are you watching me dress?!"I leaned back and turned my head to make it sound as. I had a one-o'clock appointment for a guy who wanted to establish a Uniform Gift to Minor's Act investment account for his six-month-old daughter. If he and his wife kept feeding money into that account steadily over the years, they would have enough to get the little girl through college without any debt from college loans on the back end. That would be a wonderful way to start their daughter out in her adult life, well ahead of her peers, financially. The UGMA account would save him and his.