A few minutes later the bartender came across,"Hey Rob, how's it going mate?" He asked cleaning the bar in front of me and laying down a napkin."Prett... shit to be honest chris" I replied, feigning a smile. "Rough day?" He chuckled."Yeah you could say that!"He laughed awkwardly, "what can I get you?" Just a bottle of bud please"Moments later he placed the bottle on the napkin and headed off to serve an other customer. For about ten minutes I sat and enjoyed the nice cold beer, my mind totally. It was big enough and bright enough and hadn't been used. It had central heating and air conditioning, along with secure underground parking, a storage locker, and two elevators. The floors were terra cotta tile and Brazilian rosewood. The fit and finish of the unit looked good, and I was sure a bit of paint and some wall hangings would make this place into a decent home for me. I could walk to work regardless of the weather, and all the shops and services I needed were also nearby.I wasn't in. I felt an upsurge of dark, clandestine need when I went up onto my knees, cock waggling around, and I saw the dark smudge of Mrs Spencer’s sphincter nestled between the globes of her bottom. To add spice to the mix, Mrs Spencer’s labia gaped to expose her scarlet core, her cunt glistening with what I assumed to be her arousal. Emboldened with yearning, I growled and tugged my dick, ducking in so I could probe at the roundel with my tongue.Mrs Spencer gasped and yelped, “God, you filthy bugger!. I got an immediate erection and I saw their eyes locked on my cock pushing again my shorts, making a tent that would have been mildly embarassing if I'd been in public. Penny leaned forward and ran her fingers down the bulge, then cupped my balls through the fabric. "I was told you were the one we wanted," she said with a husky voice. Tammy was unconsciously rubbing her breasts while anticipating the next event.I took my shirt and shorts off and moved close to them."Have you ever had the.