.. do nothing... do nothing... the clerk will never come back... The dress was a tangible, real symbol of what Cindy so desperately wanted to believe-...needed to believe in order to save her sanity.But nothing ever helped the cold stab of utter terror which would slice through Cindy when the doorbell rang, or the phone jingled, or somebody would hail her name... For in that instant before she heard or saw who it was, she had the instinctive dread that it was the postal clerk again... Thank God. You lean forward on your elbows and pull me to my knees. You want to see my hard cock straining against my briefs. Your fingers dance lightly over the cotton covering my shaft. You feel the wetness of my pre-come soaking the fabric, and you lean forward and place your lips around my hard shaft through my briefs, sucking lightly. You carefully pull down my briefs, releasing my cock from the confining briefs. Your cool soft fingers encircle my shaft, sending a tremor of pleasure through me. You. He made passionate love to me, slow deep thrusts as we kissed, my legs up and spread, I bent them so my feet were on his bum. I started feeling his body tense up, a sign he was getting near to cum. I told him to pull out and lay on his back. I moved over him in 69 position. Placing my mouth over his hard cock and started sucking his dick as he licked me once again. While deepthroating him he shot his cum into my mouth, groaning till he finished. I swallowed his cum and then crawled down and. I quietly approached the door , slowly turned the knob and eased the door open . There was Jan sitting at Zack's computer desk , legs spread , feet up on the desk , feverishly going at her pussy . I stood there quiet , not moving , as to not disturb her and looking closer I noticed she was wearing ear buds . I slowly crept into the until I could see that she had something green working in and out her pussy , while watching a brunette woman being fucked from behind with two cocks in front of her.