“No dice.” she thought. Choking up on the broom handle towards the bristles, she wedged it through the handle and applied pressure downward. Quite...a bit of forced caused it to break. The handle went slack, rusted metal dust fell to the ground beneath it, and Deborah heard a clattering on the other side of the door. She pushed it open with considerable effort, and looked down upon the other half of the handle on the floor. As she stepped into the room, she noticed that the air within seemed. "Oh Patrick, I'm so wet. I'm going to cum so hard!" she cried.Her body began to convulse, she moaned loudly and took an explosive orgasm. She pulled her fingers away from her pussy, a strand of her slick cum hung from her fingers."Oh Patrick, who's at your door?" she said, taking her wet fingers and putting them up to the camera, Suddenly my doorbell rang.I jumped up and ran to the door. As opened it Lisa's wet fingers popped through and right at my face."Hello Birthday Boy!" she said. "Here. He had, on a whim, just walked into the boutique and bought 'em! And that troubled the livin' shit out of him. As he continued down the mall's upper concourse with his purchase in hand, a very perplexed Paul Meadows endeavored to fathom the reason or reasons as to just why in hell he had bought the damn things in the first friggin' place. Was Paul Meadows a compulsive buyer? No, not normally. General speaking, with the exception of vacations, Paul was reasonable conservative in his buying. The room was lit by a candle burning on the night stand. She was centered on the bed with the white duvet covering her body. She said “you’ve been thinking about this a lot haven't you” he agreed. Before he could get undressed he slowly pulled away the soft white duvet exposing her soft warm body with nothing to hide it. He immediately reach for her large breast and begin to fondle it. the room was quiet except for the soft music and her slight moans as him mouth could no longer resist her.