The conversation was just normal in the pool but that would change when we went up to my unit and went from beer to whiskey.Once the sun set, it got a... lot cooler, and since I owed The Landlord a beer I invited him up to my place for another drink. Whiskey or beer; we both opted for beer. When we got up to my unit, The Landlord asked me if I had another towel and I threw him one. I was in the kitchen pouring us some drinks and to my complete surprised, The Landlord dried himself off really. Her knees lifted slightly."Feel good?" he asked, looking directly into her face, his eyes tense."Yesss," Kathy hissed. "But we shouldn't." It seemed so strange to have him above her-on her and in her-looking down at her that way.He pulled his prick back a second time, then slid the long column slowly into her cunt again. That felt very good to him. He stroked out and in, out and in, setting a slow, steady rhythm and penetrating deeply with each thrust.Kathy gasped, then whimpered. Her hips. She was an athlete: captain of the volleyball team. But her father also owned a local car dealership on the outskirts of town, making her a wealthy heiress.Her family had money and a balling mansion, which Monica regularly threw parties at (Gage had been to several, but never really spoken with the hostess). Gage on the other hand, was a theater kid. Commonly thought of as either gays, hipsters, or emotional rejects who express themselves by pretending to be other people. The two cliques just. We pulled into the parking lot and Diana gave a short covering burst above our heads to scatter a group of five or six gang members doing something at the back end of the parking lot. We didn't care what they were up to, but wanted them well out of our way ... and hopefully running like frightened rabbits until dawn.About this time, reinforcements were starting to arrive, coming out from the central walk area between this particular unit and its neighbor. These guys were all armed but mostly.