"As if I believe _she_ might evenpossibly be here."Mandi turned away from Carl, who couldn't see her broadening smile."Randi." she hollered towards th...e other room. "Would you come hereplease?"Still wondering what scheme Mandi had up her sleeve, Carl wassurprised to a good-looking, dark-haired girl approaching from theother room. This can't be, it's totally impossible, he thought, as herecognized the girl as the one dating Moose.He looked at Mandi.He looked at Randi.He looked at Mandi again.No,. She started to run her fingers up my legs and inside my thighs, she did have a soft touch and although I didn’t show it I was starting to enjoy it, her hands stopped at my balls and she gave them a gentle squeeze, then a harder squeeze as she held the base of my cock holding it upright, the skin still pulled back and the swollen head fully exposed.“Mmm, such a nice cock you have Frank” she said softly as she wrapped her little fingers around it and slowly started to wank me.“Why are you doing. But I didn't let her go. I held her there, my cock still buried inside her violated pussy, my hands holding her tits, my face against hers, my sweaty body against hers, for seconds, then minutes. She felt suffocated, violated. She wanted out. She wanted him off. Please let him leave, she thought, sobs still shaking her body. When I finally pulled out she choked back her sobs, hoping I would let her get dresses and leave, now. She lays there face down on the floor limp as she feels my cock slide. “Oops. Sorry. Door was open, so I let myself in." Marco said.Marco was a fit young Italian guy from two doors down. He worked nights at Tops Bakery, making the next day’s bread. His wife, a paralegal at Jimms, Tale & Wesseley. Marco was of average height, with a swimmer’s build. Black hair and blue eyes. Full firm lips. Sicilian.He was wearing black boots, tight bell-bottom jeans, and a denim shirt with the sleeves rolled high on his arms.'This guy looks like he just stepped off Ellis Island,'.