it was too late!

He could not take it anymore.

Suddenly she felt a warm explosion inside of her. Over and over again. His dick twitched. His balls emptied into her womb with thick white spurts of babymaking semen. Then she felt something run down her thigh and over her ass. Faye stirred to see Freddy's face twisted and twitching before she closed her eyes and saw only darkness. He collapsed beside her, gasping for air.

It was at this point, that Carl stumbled down into the basement looking for Freddy. He roughly banged against the door and nearly tumbled over when he stumbled inside. The dripping from the leaking pipes onto the concrete guided him. Crazy Carl, as he was called, repeated the mantra in his head: "Find Freddy Follow the Pipes Find Freddy Follow the Pipes" over and over in his head.

He was still mumbling this, nervously scratching his balding head and liver spot-stained head when he turned the corner to see them. Freddy was face down, half of the bed with one hand on his "vodka" bottle and the other hand on left boob of passed out Faye.

He nervously bit his teeth and turned away. He tried to close his eyes and unsee what he had seen. Her young, freckled pale flesh was glistening with sweat. Her legs hung open obscenely and a puddle of a nasty-looking liquid forming there. Her gorgeous breasts with Freddies hand on, rose with the rhythm of her sleep. He gritted his yellow teeth and banged the side of his head, but he couldn't get the image of Faye out of his half-braindead mind.

Crazy Carl sheepishly turned back, his lower lip quivering. A tear was forming in his right eye as he went down to one knee, then the other, and crawled over to her on all fours. He took her dangling leg in his shaky hands and gently pulled her high heeled shoe off. His old, wet mouth then slipped over her big boobs, his tongue working aroud her nipples. She made some small, subtle movements. Her calf flexed. “pleash…not… inside…” She murmured. Her arm moved. She turned her head from one side to the other.

He rolled Freddie off of her, planning to take his place.

Crazy Carl's eyes watched for signs of awakening from the young vixen. When he saw none, he sucked on her pale boobs, licked the nipples and furiously rubbed his thick, throbbing erection inside his stained jeans. Even at nearly 76 years old, he still got as hard as a crowbar when he tasted a young girl's boobies. He pulled his cock out, and shook her leg.

Faye's eyes barely parted. She saw a vague shape through the drunken haze she was in. It was vaguely man-shaped, and it only spoke two quivering words. "May I?" It asked.