I made me a cup and added my sugar and cream and sipped it enjoying the flavor.Then I heard a knock a light knock at the door. I swore if it was those...damn kids across the hall again I was going to kill them. It wasn’t that I didn’t like children but those were damn hell spawns across the street. I sighed when I heard a knock again. Guess it wasn’t the kids, unless they had gotten a lot braver.I went to the door and peeked out the peephole but didn’t see anyone, groaning to myself. Then I heard. "Let it breathe now and then too," he told me, peeling off his latex gloves. "Don't have to keep it covered all the time neither ... Now, roll over, bitch. Hands and knees time." Uhhh..." I blinked at him."Time to pay, Mattie!" Heather giggled and looked at the man. "You have to wear a rubber." Shit!" he frowned at her, but my girlfriend looked serious."No glove, no love." Yeah," he nodded. "I don't know where your bitch's been anyway!" Turn over, faggot," Heather told me while the guy. By the way, his wife calls him her Italian goofball.’ She grinned her fatal grin again and replied, ‘I get the picture, I knew a lot of guys like that at the University. They thought that they were God’s gift to women and most of the women thought that they were God’s way of keeping us humble.’ I grinned and replied, ‘No comment.’ ‘Uh huh. I thought so. You must be his best friend and your job is to keep him out of trouble.’ ‘I try.’ I replied with a sigh. That earned me a laugh and if her. My hand found hers. Her fingers were damp and hot…She murmured I should stop; but she never pushed me away.My fingers took over; I finally felt the warm wetness. I traced along, pressing inside her, coating my fingers in her juice. Pulling out, I traced again and found her swollen clit.She practically jumped as I rubbed little circles around it.She begged me to stop; her voice was quivering, but hesitant…Her moans grew louder then, as my thumb pressed against her clit, and my ring finger.