"Don't cry for me, Johnny," Cian said. He leaned forward and kissed the first tear away. "He'd love to see you cry. I can handle him, Johnny Fox. I pr...mise you I won't let him hurt you, but you hafta stay cool, y'dig?" Cian's soothing words managed to calm John down again."I don't want him to hurt you anymore, Cian," John said."Don't worry. We'll be at the police station soon. He can't get away with stuff like this when we get there." My dad is gonna be soooo mad when he finds out," John. I was really fucking her hard. A few minutes later I pulled out. I moved on my knees as she rolled back. She grabbed my cock. The first spurt hit her lips, The second and third the back of her throat. She licked me clean.Thirty minutes later:"Oh! I'm so sorry. Please excuse us. I thought this house was for sale." said a man and women. I heard them walk down the hall. A second later the door to the bedroom flew open. "You two again. Stop fucking in this house." screamed the real. So what if she caught me? I wasn’t thinking clearly at that moment.I though she was close to orgasm and could not believe I was going to be so close to her when she did it. She had one leg lifted slightly, tugging on the wadded jeans now at her ankles. She kicked off her sandals, one falling on the soft throw-rug at the foot of her bed and the other clattering on the hard-wood floor. She pulled off the jeans and the panties. The panties she tossed at the closet and they fell just inches from. Louise spun the bottle in her slender hand, and dropped it to the board. We were all silent as it whipped around in quick circles, making a peculiar though familiar whirring noise. Around and around it went, the phallic mouth of the bottle pointing to each of us in rapid succession, and gradually slowing, finally turning gracefully around to stop. Pointing at me. Shit.As Martin rocked back and forth with laughter, and the tipsy Lee giggled beside him, I looked across to see that Louise was.