He could have stripped her off and be on top of her right now. I imagined them on our bed with her legs waving in the air and his bum pumping up and ...down between them.I was closer now. If his car was on the driveway then not even I couldn’t see it. The living room curtains were closed and the light on. I remember leaving the light on but did I close the curtains? I couldn’t remember. It appeared all quiet. Finally I got to the front of the house. I walked carefully up the driveway. I. He could not be above seventeen, was ruddy, well featur'd enough, with uncombed flaxen hair, a little flapp'd hat, kersey frock, yarn stockings, in short, a perfect plough-boy. I saw him come whistling behind me, with a bundle tied to the end of a stick, his travelling equipage. We walk'd by one another for some time without speaking; at length we join'd company, and agreed to keep together till we got to our journey's end. What his designs or ideas were, I know not: the innocence of mine I can. Mario’s poker buddies were not there. Their cars were not crowded into the driveway. Mario’s Caddy wasn’t there either, but I stopped anyway. Toni came to the door wearing a short sleeve print blouse and white Capri’s and a healthy shiner. She looked as if she had been crying. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Yeah! You should see the other guy!” she joked as she invited me in. “Just a little accident. Nothing to worry about.” “No poker game tonight? I don’t see any cars in the drive.” “No! Mario’s. As we sat there she openly had her hand on my crotch as I was feeling her soaked pussy under the dress. Frank said he had been waiting on this for sooo long. After we noticed we were getting lots of looks from the others, we decided to leave. Their apartment was only 5 minutes away so we decided to go there for more drinks I followed them and Frank asked if I would like Ann to ride with me. I said oh yes that would be fun. We had no more than got in the car until she had me unzipped and sucking.