No

Unfortunately, there is no response.. maybe she doesn't use a phone that often. She is a little older than your own mother.. but you are really in need.. the series of cocks flash before your eyes, your mouth salivates. Now that you are famous I'm sure you could just.. show up? She may not be a texting person. You scamper out of bed and start the long creaky walk down the stairs. It by far isn't the first time you've snuck out but something about the destination makes your heart flutter. Down the stairs.. out the door and you are on the road.

You head down the street clutching the note. It doesn't take long to find the house. A large green house in an 80s style you recognize. A mini van is parked in the driveway with a few bumper stickers on it, "filf driving. Honk if you like cock. Don't ride my ass or I'll ride yours." The house has no lights on and it just now dawns on you how late it is.. 10 o'clock. They are clearly in bed.. she did have a younger daughter. Do you knock?

Knock knock knock

No answer.

Knock knock.

No answer.

You back into the lawn and look up. There is a flickering light in the room to the right. You see an ivy wall and think.. I can climb that. Hand over hand you start the climb up the house wall. You break the surface of the room to the left and peer in. The young girl lays in bed, her room splattered with pictures of Lyla as a teacher. The shimmy across takes all your strength as your muscles ache.

Eventually you reach the room with the light on. You peer in. The TV is on causing the flickering, on it is you. It's the recording of your episode playing, a tape box lies in front of the TV.. it must be recorded to be watched continually. In the bed you see a large woman passed out, her form covered in a large pink fluffy night gown. In between her legs you see a large bulbous uncut cock head, so large you mistook it for a knee at first. Swallowing nervously you are filled with desire. Maybe you can just knock... That'd be breaking and entering though... What if.. you just..

Your thoughts are disturbed by the lights of a car coming. Panic fills you as you lift the window quickly and climb in. You pant as you hide in the room, Diana snores loudly. You have to get out of here.. you begin to creep through the slightly lit pink room. Every step causing your heart to stop. The closed door within reach you peer over at the TV.

Bent completely over is yourself. A scene you experienced but never saw plays before you. Lyla diving over you and Beth

Tall sexy swaggering beth, her tortoise cock slowly filling with blood heading towards you. Her hands grab your hips and slowly pull you.

Diana shifts onto her back startling you. Her robe exposes one large breast and her huge 8 inch flaccid cock. You are so aroused.. you came here to fuck.. and you are famous now, right? The thoughts fill your head as you reach out to the bed. You trace your fingers up the cock, slowly feeling the veiny monster.

You need this.

You gently climb onto the bed, passing one leg over Diana, straddling her waist. You look back just as beth thrusts into you, the memory of the sensation rushes forward. Dropping your weight into Diana you feel her flaccid cock under you. A slow push of your hips and your ride the entirety of her cock, feeling the whole shaft between your cheeks.

Diana shutters, does she wake?