It was nearly midnight, and Megan still hadn't gotten home as yet. Frustrated, he decided to head home rather than wait for her as she'd asked, even t...hough he'd intended on spending the night there with her after their fabulous evening together. David opened the door to her bedroom, stepping out into the hallway. Beyond, into the living room he could see the flickering lights coming from the TV, and though he couldn't hear anyone talking, he rightly assumed that the guys had both gotten home. " All right, yes, Goddammit," he barked. "But don't count on it forever. We're going to find out how you got in and close it tight, and then you're out of ammunition and we'll find you." Don't bet the rent on it," I said, breathing a quiet sigh of relief. "And even then you'd best wait a while, I've already got the current stuff and it'll be good for some time to come. And I'll watch the news and read the 'papers, don't let me down."As soon as I clicked off I let out a loud sigh of relief. We. " Yeah. But still. After all the troubles, and the beaning, and all. It's been kind of erratic, y'know? But, when you're there, I'm OK." Josh, this is wrong on so many levels, I can't even enumerate them." Because you think I'm getting -- dependent on you." Well. Aren't you?" Yeah. I guess I am. But, jeez, Sandy, it's really working! Look, all you gotta do is go on this trip with me, and come to the games at Fenway, and we'll see what happens!" I have to work." You work on the Internet," I. He then removed his finger and took down the extendable showerhead and sprayed around and inside my butt, clearing off all of the soap. He dried both of us off, shut off the shower and carried me to the bedroom. His muscular body rippled as he tossed me upon the bed and opened up the Vaseline. After giving his magnificent cock a little kiss for luck, he bent me over and thoroughly greased his fingers in Vaseline. He then slid one finger inside of me, then two, and then finally three. My face.