“Glad you think so,” I replied as I sat up. I climbed onto the futon and took my sandals off before I stood up and shimmed out of my dress. The c...m rolling from between my tits down to my stomach in random streaks, while the cum filling my ass was trying to escape. “Sorry I was such as asshole before,” Drew said, apologizing. “It’s okay. Seems moot now, but I appreciate the apology all the same,” I responded. I made my way to the bathroom, and as I entered, my neighbor greeted me. I hopped. My wife looked at me and I could see she was in full passion. When ever she was extremely horny her ears would turn beet red, her lips and face would swell slightly and her pussy lips would swell to twice their normal size. She looked in a dream state. Its like she was in a trance and all she could do is make love. Mario looked at me also but his look was wilder. His lips were swollen also but he had his wits about him. He smiled at me and said she promised him something special. He pulled her. The darkness inside the house was so unlike the sun outside that initially I was blinded. My vision returned after a few seconds and I started to snoop around. All was dark and quiet.“Der?” I called. “You in here?” There was no answer. My vision returned more fully then and I realized that the owner of this house was not merely rich, but absolutely loaded. Fabulously-framed artwork adorned every wall and statues, sculptures, and vintage electric devices like antique cameras and typewriters. Turning, he pointed at two constables standing not far away, also monitoring the crowd. “You and you, with me.” The three police officers wandered slowly in the general direction of the uniformed men. Sergeant Alec Bradshaw also did not want violence to occur, and his approach to the uniformed men was as low key as he could make it. It was a hundred years since Ernst Rohm’s brown shirted thugs had started to take to the streets in pre Second World War Germany; Bradshaw hadn’t been interested in.