...it was Phyllis, making the moaning sounds that came when she was aroused!Carefully, slowly, I peeked around the edge of the door.And there she was ...- backed up against the kitchen counter with a young man (obviously the delivery courier) mauling her breasts. Her hands were groping at his crotch, obviously trying to liberate his cock.I did the only thing I could do: I pulled out my stiffening tool and prepared to enjoy the spectacle.I have to admit, the young man had an impressive cock. Not. I couldn't decide if it was for dramatic effect or because he had to carefully curve it around the bulge that was threatening to bust out.With the zipper undone, the top of his jeans spread wide, making way for the package that was pushing its way out. He slid his jeans off and placed them with the other articles. His underwear, tight against his body, was unable to hold back the force his flesh exerted, so much so that the elastic banding at the front wasn't tight against his lower abdomen.. Her thoughts were starting to blur, her head feeling light. The way someone would feel after laughing with pure joy after several seconds. The creature’s smile deepened. “Wha- what are you doing?” Beth stammered in a half conscious voice. “What are you doing to me?”. “I am calming you” he said, his words coming through clearer than before. He smiled again, and there was not a trace of malice in his gaze. Beth considered his answer for a moment and realised that she no longer felt afraid. When. I presume he's its owner and I say "you admiring the scenery too?" Yes, they have done quite a good job with the reno's haven't they?"I chuckle and reply "and what did it cost us, a couple of hundred grand or two?" At least" he laughs.The guy is about my age, good looking, clean shaven, glasses, greying hair, about 6' tall, weighs 200 pounds, wearing jeans, t-shirt and sneakers. I lean against my car and for the next 15 minutes or so our conversation covers the city administration, football,.