This is it, 111 Fake Street. He looked at the letterbox number and pulled in with his little metallic blue Mitsubishi Mirage. He parked up, got out ...of the car then made his way to the front door. There was some kind of Chinese ormanentation on the door step which may have served more than decoration, he noticed.He knocked, then who appeared to be a teenage Asian girl wearing black thick rimmed glasses came to the door to greet him. You know the type, the kind of emo Asian girl."Is Sascha. ......I was so active in my humping and panting I failed to notice the hair strands dropping at my back, ears and now my face. It is as the tresses had been held up in a bun or exotic hairdo waiting for passage through the portal so they could drop down. My eyes, oh yes, my eyes...It was like looking through a swim mask in the pool, seeing a part of the bottom below the water, and most of the blue skies, trees and other swimmers above. Then my vision shifted. I had a hard time focusing at. I was to drop her at the front door then wait in the car. After only a few minutes Wifey appears from the store she has with her, her friend Pam and a young very tall black Asian thug looking guy named Asian Jonny. Wifey waved me to the curb, and the three of them climbed in the back and Wifey barked “drive you fucking worthless cuck”. I pulled out of the parking lot and started down the street. Peaking in the rear view mirror I could see Wifey playing with Asian Jonny’s huge cock. Pam pushed. She gave him a quick peck on thecheek and disappeared out the front door.A residual excitement tingled through Mikey. Herbreasts were both soft and firm and even though he andhis Mom hugged quite often he had never really paidattention how they felt before. The smell of his Mom'sperfume was barely noticeable; She was a master ofsubtlety, but even as she was already out the door thesmell stayed with him and excited him even more.He touched the moist spot on his cheek where his Momhad kissed him,.