I stepped from the shower, turned it off, dried myself, threw the towel in a heap on the floor and walked into the bedroom.I stopped.Sat on the bed, b...ouse open and trousers around her knees was the receptionist. She was watching the porno and one hand fondled her small, pert breasts while the other was rubbing fast between her legs.Unlike the ladies on the TV, the receptionist was shaved smooth, but the same wet sounds were coming from her; and the groaning too.I stood, transfixed. My cock. He knelt and grabbed a firm hold of her jeans brushing her hands away easily and seized the waistband to rip them open. He gasped as he yanked them down her thighs. “She isn’t wearing panties. Jesus” he thought. Suddenly, his hard-on grew and he moaned like an animal, his cock thickening to painful levels. He stared down at the jeans and saw that the crotch of them was damp. At the same moment, the scent of her arousal wafted to his nose. Instantly, the heady smell hardened him that much more.. " said Laurie.John blushed a bit more at all this, but he didn't disagree.Their evening meal was a fairly lavish affair. Living alone, Sara Geddes rarely bothered to cook anything elaborate, but with guests under her roof she went to town, spending all day cooking up some of John's favorite foods. They ate well, and were all feeling replete when the doorbell rang. It was Stacey Pollard. Sara showed her in."Stacey!" said John, rising to greet her, "you're looking really well." They exchanged a. I was a little unsure who would be knocking at my door at 9 pm at night and I also knew Anne would be calling any minute. I went to the door and opened it. Standing there was a large muscular man with another man standing behind him. "Can I help you?" I asked. The muscular man stated rather loudly,"Are you Michael?" Yes, how can I help you?" I answered"You want to be a cocksucker?" he answered way too loud for my comfort."What!? Who the hel.!" I started."Your wife told me you wanted a mouthful.