“Excuse me! Do you live here?” Her inquiring smile seemed genuine. I glanced quickly behind me, checking no-one was creeping up behind me. I nodde...d.“We must be neighbours! Priscilla, 6B. We’re just moving in...” she smiled and waved her hand at the boxes to explain them away.It was infectious: I smiled back, the watchers outside forgotten.“Welcome! Pleased to meet you Priscilla”She smiled and glanced me up and down, assessing me. Her wide unbreaking smile seemed to indicate approval. “My, you. Don’t ever think of these people as just security guards. Oh, they’re performing that function, but they are all crack troops – the best of the best before they even get a chance at this assignment.”After a slight pause, he went on, “You’ve seen the obvious respect I have for them, and not to be overly dramatic, but any of them would literally lay down their lives for any of us.”“And you for them,” Charlotte inserted. “I wish we could have met your team before they left.”“Yeah, I wanted you two. I had to relieve myself. It wasn't difficult to maneuver in the darkness of the home you share with a few other college buddies. The only illumination was from a night light in the hallway socket. As I got ready to make my way into the bathroom my college roommate was making his way out. He too had a hard on and our cocks clashed. We mumbled in our confusion. He went to his room while I went in and relieved myself in the dark. It was two nights later when I again rolled out of bed and made my. It was large and perfectly round. Jace watched as Marc pulled out his pocket knife and began carving one hole and then another."Are you just going to leave all those seeds and wet sloppy gunk inside of it?" Jace asked grimacing a little."That'll be half the fun. You remember that dude fucking the pie, right? It's kind of like that only there's room for both of us so it'll only be kind of gay, not really gay. Besides isn't this pumpkin way sexier than Wilson?" Marc teased.Marc unbuttoned his.