"Ghastly woman!" muttered Nethercourt as he wiped his sweaty brow."Who is she?" Debbie Freeman. Working freelance. Typical journalist blood-sucker who... is only here to get pictures of human misery. 'Disaster porn' they call it." If she keeps the world informed about the plight of the people here, then perhaps we can tolerate her," said a deep voice.The speaker was sat opposite Jennifer. A powerfully built black man with greying temple and twinkling eyes."Oh yes," started Nethercourt, "Let me. He's far more of a man than you'll ever be."Danny looked at David."GET OFF MY WIFE AND OUT OF MY HOUSE!" he bellowed.David just looked at him."Sorry Danny. I think Mandy's made her choice and I'm not goinganywhere so if you don't like it, I suggest you leave. Oh and turn thelight out and close the door on your way out please."Danny stormed out and, as they heard the front door close, David andMandy looked at each other and laughed before getting back to what theyhad been doing before the. Kay and I finished eating and she shifted her chair closer to mine, nestling into the crook side with my arm around her. I felt her hand trace lazy circles on my thigh. Just the feel of her touch brought back my ardor and I began to swell. Kay expected this to happen and allowed her fingertips to trace the outline of my cock every so often. This made it even harder, but it was an implied promise of long awaited relief later that night. I looked around. Kristen knew what Kay was doing and didnt. Then I felt hands on my hips and something rubbing across my pussy lips. Oooh it did feel nice. Tom must have come in the back way and was continuing where he had left off. Oh yes, I was enjoying this feeling as the cock started to push it's way between my lips and go deeper inside my pussy. In, out. In, out. Gently fucking me deeper with each stroke. Then faster and faster, my climax was building as the cock shot it's hot spunk into me. My climax kicked into action as I came and came.It was.