Sean came to my apartment Friday night around eight. He was as excited to see me as I was to see him. We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other as we made our way from the living room to the bedroom. Sean undid my pants and freed my c**k from my shorts. I’d just pulled his shirt off over his head when I heard someone knocking.
“Someone’s at your front door,” he said.
“I know. Maybe if we ignore them, they’ll go away.”
But the knocking didn’t stop and the person or persons didn’t go away. In fact, the knocking turned into pounding followed by, “This is the police. Please come to the door.”
Both Sean and I flew into a bit of a panic. He hurried to pull his shirt back on while I tucked myself in and zipped my pants. I couldn’t figure out why the police would possibly be at my front doo
