I had been instructed to clean it off. I was getting used to the taste of the spunk and it wasn't that bad. I was getting into licking my wife's wet p...ssy when the men pulled her off of me. "C'mon Rachel, let's have a drink." Billy said. He took a swig of his drink, bent Rachel's head back and kissed her pouring the liquor into her mouth. His hand was on her breast again. "We should use the Jacuzzi. Hey Pussyman, set up the Jacuzzi for us and then bring us drinks once we're in there." He and. Who doesn't, I said. He looked at me in a serious way. Do you know why I chose this building to live? Because there are only 10 apartments and in 6 of them live alone mature / older women. Women such as Berta. Follow me. We went up to the floor above ours, and knocked at a door. A tall blonde women opened. Big tits, a bit chubby, but still with a waist. Henry introduced me to Berta, who happened to be a widow and had no family. She offered us a cup of coffee, which we accepted. Henry left us. Finally, she heard a knock on the door. She turned off the TV, walked over and looked to see who it was. “Master!” Angela quickly opened the door, trying not to be seen by anyone who might be passing by. Michael walked in, but did not close the door behind him. Angela wanted to run and hug him, but she waited for him to move first. Michael pulled his zipper down and pulled out his cock. He was still standing near the door, which was still open. “Suck it.” “Yes Master. But shouldn’t we close. It really didnt matter but I think that this is what started my addiction to sex. When I got into the house though my mom was already home and my step dad was outside still trying to clean the pool. I just walked to my room and went to bed. While falling asleep though I couldn't help thinking about fucking that Ramona's pussy. It looked like it felt good when Brad was fucking her, but it felt good when Brad was fucking me. I also started to think about feeling his muscles again.