Chapter Six
The next morning was Saturday, and Alan woke slowly, confusedly, in the golden glow of the rising sun. As he blinked out of his groggy stupor, he gradually began to recall his midnight walk past Melissa’s bedroom, and his dreamy entrance through her open door. He remembered the way his helpless c**k had stood up rigid and demanding at the sight of her, pounding with blood, surging with the c*m which for days he had been intending to pump between Janet’s hips.
Yet suddenly he thought he also remembered m**********g over the girl’s sleeping form, frenziedly, until he wet her gleaming nakedness with spurt after spurt of his urgent fluids. His mind burned with the wild, unbelievable sight of Melissa’s pretty belly strung with the naughty pearls of his ejaculate, her lush triangle
