Don’t let it be a burglar. The sound came again, this time louder and Chantal was convinced that it was a woman. Heart in her throat, she crept clos...er and gently pushed the door open the rest of the way. The sight that greeted her was one that she’d never forget. Her fiancé, Jean-Claude, was viciously plunging his cock into a redheaded woman, who was holding her knees open so that he could have better access to her sloppy cunt. Chantal’s entire body went cold, then flushed with heat as she saw. I could hardlybreath. Nobody seemed willing to look around or break the tension. Eachone of us sort of focused on the TV, waiting. I got up and walked towardthe door of my room, said, "Is it going to happen?" as I left for thekitchen. I heard Dave say something. I stayed in the kitchen pacing for a few minutes, with my heart in mythroat! I was so riled up I started popping popcorn for something to do.The idea was to give Dave and Julie some time together by themselves. Iwas thinking. I looked up on the bed and saw easily one of the biggest and hottest cocks I've ever seen. he wasn't really jerking, just rubbing, getting it nice and thick. I had to be in there, so I opened the door.. I look in and see Z stumbling to cover up, saying WTF I'm not done! I told him I like the kinda porn he was watching, and wanted watch too. still a little awkward, he said it was ok. I popped up on the bed next to him, and we watched some gangbang vids. he still had his cock covered up, so I. Everything he had ever seen, felt or heard; thought, hoped or smelt, happened again; all at once.Naturally, he screamed. He also tried to turn and run, and leap from a precipice and hurl himself into the inferno and every other possible panicky inexpedient method of escape from the pain of being himself; now, then, and forever in a frozen moment.Time had become distance and distance, rotation and rotation, probability and probability, noise and noise, thought... and other even stranger,.