‘Why did you ring on my doorbell? Who are you? Are you selling something?’ The questions brought Gary to his senses. ‘No, no, I’m not a salesm...n. Well, I do work in sales but not knocking on doors. I, I used to live here, in this house I mean. I don’t know what possessed me to ring the doorbell, I really don’t!’ ‘You say that you used to live here? How long ago? What’s your name?’ ‘Gary, Gary Simmonds. We lived here until about five years ago. There were four of us, myself, my wife and our two. All I had to do is have confidence, believe in myself, and I can stroll in like the mighty centaur and save the damsel in distress whenever she needed.Needless to say, dude stopped punching me at some point. I opened my eyes (well, eye --- one of them was swollen shut) to see the group of high school girls looking down on me, concerned."Are you okay?" the blonde one who I'd later find out was named Jamie, asked. "Yeah, that was really brave what you did," the hot brunette, Lara, added."Yeah,". We start moving faster with deeper, longer thrusts as the heat of our passion grows. I hear you moan with pleasure, a low sound from the back of your throat, it excites me even further, brings me closer to a climax. My pussy is sucking at you, enveloping and caressing the slickness of your hard cock. I feel you pulsating deep within me. Wanting more I kiss you deeply, biting on your lip as I feel my hunger for you growing out of control. You respond in turn with an equal, consuming passion. I. Blake’s now limp cock fell out of her soaking hole. Jerry then pulled out and watched his cum drip from her ass. Fluid from Janie’s satisfied holes ran down her legs. She collapsed on the sofa, happy, exhausted and a bit sore. Leyna was walking round with only her pumps on, her red painted toes creeping through her peep-hole heels. She bumped into Blake. He immediately looked down at her footwear. Then his eyes travelled up to her pussy, which had a triangle of dark pubic hair above it. He then.