She assumed he was another senior, but had never seen him before. His large cock stuck out straight in front of him, and he let his hand fall to the ...back of her head, pulling it towards him and guiding it to his dick. Heather gasped at his forwardness, assuming that she would want to suck his cock... but the closer her mouth got to him, the more she desired to taste her second boy of the night. She was quite good at giving blowjobs, she determined - it would be a shame to not use her talents. Hair unkempt, what looked like yesterday's shirt on, Stan had clearly not taken time this morning to look in a mirror. His face lacked animation, his eyes lacked sparkle.Elizabeth felt sad, and a little afraid. Stan, it seemed, was re-entering his depression, and she'd been the only person he'd told of his "Night with the Pills" as he'd put it. She really hoped he didn't get that bad again.'Maybe it's just a bad morning, ' she thought.Later it was clear that it wasn't just a bad morning. Stan. The locks were turning loose. An expert thief was coming in. Unbeknownst to Brigette, someone had been spying inside her flat, for already two months now. Someone must have followed her home, studied her letters in the mail box, and when she was gone, timed themselves to break inside her apartment (like ninjas) and placed some very small cameras, to spy on her, since she had made herself popular (NOT). The door slowly opens up and then, closes behind the intruder or intruders. Brigette was. Harley McDougal. He's a real piece of work. A stock hustler with a big bankroll and an even bigger opinion of himself. Been through half the single women in town, and few of the married ones too." Oh ... Dieter ... I'm so sorry to hear that. But ... that just doesn't sound like the Merilee I met. Not the girl I saw making eyes at you." Maybe one guy isn't enough for her," I said. "She tried to tell me they were just friends, but the way I heard it, she was seen in a late night club with him on.