He heard a voice out of the radio. Who was it? Then he recognized it. It was Walter Damrosch babbling something about Wagner. George kept his face pre...ssed against Irma's sex and he ignored the radio. Was she actually listening to Damrosch? He knew so little about her. She worked as a saleswoman in one of the Seventh Avenue department stores, but he wasn't sure whether she sold ladies underwear or ladies dresses. Anyway, what difference did it make? All he cared about at the moment was the feel. I told him ‘nah, it’s gonna be a little too crowded for us 3 to be in there’ I stand up from the floor and got on all fours (doggy like) on the couch without letting go of the dick I was still sucking and told him ‘we’re already here.. let’s stay here’. He smiled and started lubing and fingering my ass. When the first finger went in, I let go a little moan and the guy I was sucking told me ‘you either are a whore or an exhibitionist’, I looked at him, gave his dick a nice lick from the balls. "Here we are, number eleven," said Sonia. As the door slid open she led them in, quickly pointing out the kitchen and bedroom. "The main bathroom is off the bedroom. It has some miniature soaps and shampoos like in a hotel. There is tea and coffee in the kitchen. I'm afraid we haven't had time to organise any food yet. We'll have something ready by breakfast, which will be back in the main hall. If you haven't eaten this evening we can get you some sandwiches?" No, that's fine, we'd already. I decided to let it sit there for a while, knowing that I would want it later. Isuppose she had hidden a piece or two on her and that was why she left so quickly.I settled in to relax on the couch and turned on the TV. Minutes or hours later, I heard a door open. I looked to the door I had come in from but it was closed. A girl's voice spoke, asking who I was and just what the hell I was doing there. I turned to see a pretty, young light-skinned black girl, about 14 or 15, standing in the.