Lunch alone, and some thoughts

At home Frank showered, changed and made a light lunch, smiling as he reflected on the events of the morning. Lucie was a tremendously exciting fuck, and Holly and Vanessa had been even better as second helpings than they were the first time. They seemed more submissive, more **** and more sensitive than they had been on first fucking. Whatever the cause, he was certainly not about to complain.

Although his body might, he chuckled to himself. He'd never been at a loss for pussy. As a mobster he'd had access to bitches virtually any time he wanted one, be they hookers he or one of his crew ran, or exotic dancers in one of the mob run clubs, or just slutty little bitches who could be seduced with a line of blow and a dinner. But this treasure trove of young cunt was something else, and he thought that if the exercise his cock was getting killed him, at least he'd die happy.

With that thought he decided to get out of the house for the afternoon, and remove the temptation to add another bitch to the pack he was collecting, or revisit one he'd already railed. His cock could use some time off, he chuckled, grabbing his car keys and heading for the garage, intending to go for an aimless drive.