“Oh, really? Am I wrong?”It was Bret’s time to remain silent now. He sat staring at the ground. Every time he would look up, she would be sta...ring at him. There was communication in the silence. So many things were unsaid, unarticulated. None of that seemed to matter. Finally, he said, “So, what now?” “Well, that would depend on what you want.” Shauntay was a bit more aloof than Bret would have liked. He wanted her to show interest in him, he wanted her to see him as different, to WANT. I simply wish to make my own way”“No insult taken, I am delighted to hear you say that. Too many young men these days seem to want an easy life living on their parents’ money. But I perceive that whatever you two did, it is probably something I should not ask about?” He left the question hanging, and when Cavendish Young did not respond he simply said “Hmmph! Well, take a look at this” and handed him the gun. Apparently the interview was over and no more was to be said.“It is very, impressive.. Then she began to sink down in one smooth, fluid motion. I had felt some wet pussies before, but this was a wet pussy!I will never forget the next moment for as long as I live. As Mrs. Perkins slid down my cock, she started making little gasping sounds and her eyes rolled up into her head and only the whites of her eyes were showing. It scared the shit out of me! I thought of the movie "The Exorcist" and just knew she was going to start talking in some demonic voice or upchuck some green pea. I waited expecting her to come out laughing but instead I heard a bit of talking from the bathroom and then silence. I waited for a minute or so and then walked over to take a peek. Both women, naked from the waist up, were locked in a kiss, their breasts pressing against each others as their hands roamed all over their naked skin. I cleared my throat and watched as they both looked toward me and then returned to their kissing. I finally had to step forward, put an arm around each woman and.