When the doorbell rang, I was belly down on the bed — with my mouth pressed to Della’s pussy as I tongued her swollen clit.

“To be continued,” I said, wiping my mouth on the arm of my T-shirt.

“Kiss me,” she said. I obliged — moving my face to hers, tangling tongues and giving her a taste of her sweet pussy.

The doorbell rang again.

“Christ, somebody’s eager, isn’t he?” I forced myself up and off the bed and grabbed my robe.

“Rob, your dick is all stiff,” said Della.

True enough. It was tenting my sweatpants. “You’re not going to answer the door like that, are you?”

“Why not? Benny needs to know we’re not kidding around here.”

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