Quagmire!” Meg smiled after she opened the door. Glen stood there in his trademark red and black Aloha shirt, the top button of which was unsnappe...d, revealing a light patch of chest hair (Meg noticed this immediately as she always did…) and black slacks. His prominent chin sat below a suggestive smile and his eyes held a boatload of devious intentions. Meg inhaled his cologne and almost melted! Glen Quagmire always wore cologne that made her exited. “Hey there Meg! So… how late will. Anna twirled about and looked at me and asked if I thought she was hot? I told her she was very hot. She then dropped her baggy pants and showed off her whole body. She had a great ass, neatly trimed snatch and great boobs. She was toned and looked much better than I could have imagined and I told her so. "Well then why is my husband not interested in me?" She asked. "I don't know Anna, but you are turning me on." Anna looked at me and her eyes grew big. "Really? I am turning you on?" "You. Please, just let me out. I won’t horn the coppers, I’ll just leave you alone. I swear.”If the figure could hear her, it didn’t let it show. It stepped back a second and pulled something out of a bag attached to its hip before coming forward once more and placing a hand against the window. As Joyce cried in fear and begged to be let go, the figure placed their object on the ground outside the door. Joyce pushed her face close to the window to try and get a glimpse at what it was. The object was. His spit was still dripping from the tip of my cock. “Fuck me now” he growled. I was dumfounded. I hesitated. “Now, goddamnit!” he ordered. I looked down and could not see his asshole. It was hidden just below his big heavy nutsack. I moved forward and tried to stab it in. Did not work, just slid around. “Guide it damnit” he said. “Hold my leg up” he added as he reached down with his hand and gathered up his nutsack and pulled it up out of the way. I placed my left hand on the back of his thigh.