At least I'd have the morning paper outside my apartment door. I prefer to read it on the train, so I always leave it outside until I leave. Today it ...ould be an impromptu bumbershoot.But... no paper. Not the first time that had happened. I suspected the woman two floors up whom I'd caught a couple of times peeking out of the elevator when it had mysteriously stopped on my floor before I could get to press the button. Our floor was an obvious target for paper snatchers because there were four. For the first time ever I had the hots for a woman that wasn’t Auntie Betty and my head was confused, was I thinking like this because of the sex she had shown me? Or was I beginning to become a man who started noticing women, after all, I was barely 17 and I had lived a sheltered life.When Caprice stopped kissing me she had a big smile on her face and so did I. For a moment we just stared at each other and then I mumbled something like “Caprice, that was really nice, can we do it again” she. He lifted Marsha off his long - very long - cock and rolled his feet to the floor, standing with a gun in his hand. Did he hold his gun in his hand while fucking?"How many?" he asked in a whisper, grabbing Marsha by her wrist and pulling her to her feet."Six... I think. I'll rouse Nora." Wait. Can you use one of these?" he asked, referring to the gun in his hand.Stop it! I ordered myself. Judas! He was huge!"Yes, Dad taught me." It's loaded. The safety is off. Just point and squeeze the. He gets downstairs and his wife, Ericka, sees the expression on his face, and knows something is up, so she asks."What's going on?" Oh nothing much, just our son is up there right now, with a gorgeous young lady in his room," he says proudly."WHAT??" Shhh!! You'll embarrass him. Let's uhh... just let nature take its course," he says grinning."Oh stop it. Nothing's going to happen," she says, nudging him in a playful manner. They then sit down in the den, and drink their tea, and try not to.