Enrique stood at the doorway, all too aware of the insistent throbbing of his youthful cock in his shorts. Quietly, he reached down, undid the button ...on his shorts, and slid them down to his ankles, grabbing his aching cock in his fist. He was stroking it slowly, watching the gorgeous, writhing woman on the king-sized bed, when he inadvertently hit a floor lamp with his elbow. He grabbed at it to keep it from falling, but he couldnt prevent it from making a sound as he caught it. Samanthas eyes. M. Edition of The Sun Times and strolled on over. "Hey guys, how'd the first day 'on the job' go?" Mike asked."Would you like an alphabetized list, or should we just take turns with our barrages," Rick looked up and grinning asked back.Mike grinned right back and said, "That bad huh, why am I surprised? Glancing over at his Pop, he said, "Hey Dad, we're going to step into Angelo's. You want anything?" Yeah son, a cup and a Bolo would go down nice about now," his Father replied."You got it Pop,. It's not MY house — it's my father's. He works for an American import and export company that you've probably never heard of. Anyway, besides his salary, they own this house so that their agents can live comfortably while here. Besides, it impresses those guys he does business with. He's in Morocco now, so the house is ours! Come on in. I'll show you around and we can get this party started!" Everyone was impressed with the house, and the boys were glad there was another pretty female to look. The tawny-haired girl was backing slowly away from the group as Latonya shrieked. My lips engulfed her nipple, sucking hard, as I lifted the cheerleader off the ground and spun her about. All the Lionesses were backing away as their cheer captain was whirled about by the 'ghost.' Well, all of them except Marybeth. She was the boldest, and leapt at me. The girl's sudden weight on my back threw me off-balance and the three of us went sprawling to the ground in a tangled mess of limbs as the girls.