I honestly tried not to stay busy, but alas it was a conspiracy to keep me working. A man approached me about moving some of his pot.“Tell me someth...ng before I even talk to you. How did you know to approach me?” I asked.“A mutual friend from Forsyth told me to contact you. He said to tell you his phone works fine,” the stranger replied.“Go back outside and leave your firearms locked in your truck. Leave your cell phone out there as well,” I demanded.“I don’t think so,” the stranger. She was afraid to sleep alone. My parents obliged, and around 11.30 pm, she rang the doorbell after her husband left.I went on to open the door and saw her standing there in her night suit. She was clearly not wearing a bra. Her nipples were almost visible through her top, and that was enough for me to get a boner. She saw me lost in staring at her and asked me if she could come in. I got back to my senses and welcomed her in.Mom had set the guest bedroom for her and showed her to it. We all. If not her bottomhole.The Head took up a stance between Alisons spread legs. What a fine sight he saw. His cock head was slowly drawn up along Alisons virginal slit. The Head so longed to sink his shaft in there, just one. Just one girl to get the benefit of his magnificent cock in her tight cunnyhole. But it was not to be.The cock moved higher, and deeper between her bum cheeks. Alison screamed, and kicked, and struggled. but the Head held firm. He was to have his release. The cock probed. “Don’t forget about us,” Marcos said.Brody looked around the room. “What is this, a fucking ambush?”“Stop being such a homophobe,” Marcos said. “Besides, you knew Ryan and I were gay from the start.”Brody’s nostrils flared, and he got up from the couch. “You’re calling me a homophobe?”Marcos stood up to face him. “Well, if the shoe fits—”“Fuck you.”“So you think being gay is gross?”“Dude—”“Because that’s what I heard you say. So unless I’m fucking hearing things, that makes you a fucking.