The room was mostly organized except for a small pile of clothes and some pictures strewn about. Over her bed she had a canopy of white Christmas ligh...s hanging. What is she, like 16… He thought as he heard the water shut off. The intruder quickly hid behind the door that led to the hallway and waited for her footsteps. He listened to her sing for several more minutes as she dried herself in the bathroom before she clicked the light off and took her first few steps back into her bedroom. She. Her head lolls back as she gasps for breath.“Such a delicious slut, Annie,” I whisper as I move to her cunt and jam three fingers deep into its juicy depths. I clamp my other hand around her tit and squeeze with all my strength as I now slide all four fingers and thumb deep inside her. I form them into a fist and begin to pump deeper and deeper, making her d**g-befuddled face grimace with the shock. I penetrate her hard: her hips writhe feebly as I fist her wrist-deep, then slowly force in. ”“Well, I would say at this point, we’ll speak again in a month. As always, if something comes up in the meantime, call and I’ll make time to see you.”We thanked him and left his office. I walked the girls home, then walked the ten blocks to Doctor Barton’s house. Belinda let me in and pointed to Al’s study. I walked in and found him sitting on the leather sofa, wearing pajamas and a robe, reading a medical journal.“Is that permitted?” I grinned.“I’m going to use the two weeks to catch up on. Of course of course of course I wanted to live there. Peter disappeared, and the sound of drums filled the house. He couldn´t play properly with all those broken bones, but he sure could make a lot of noise. He was good! I wished I played an instrument, but I didn´t. He was Keith Moon-furious in there but happy, which Keith never was. I liked it. I liked everything except that I was hungry. I had eaten like crap the last few days. I wanted to eat and I wanted to sleep. In a bed, not a chair,.