... no, take his chance to knock her up!

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. She was so tired and so drunk, she just nodded, and let her eyes drift back to sleep, her left hand finding the dick of wasted Freddy's, how got pushed off of the mattress, now drunk sleeping on the floor next to her.

Carl stood, a mad gleam in his eye. Seeing cum flowing out of her pussy he nodded “well done Freddy, no condom as usual.” He staired down, not whimpering anymore, at the young, naked woman. A wicked grin split his face. “I hope Freddy didn´t knock you up, I wanna have my shot, just me and you, no condom, just as god intended it…” She had signed the Devil's contract as far as he was concerned. He moved toward her rapidly...