"Helen!" he croaked. "Mr… Mr. Eastman! Gaaaa…" He backed out of sight. Mrs. Hoag saw him, trembled, then continued fucking. Her body flushed as her orgasm peaked. She sighed convulsively.
Suddenly, Mr. Hoag came running out of the kitchen, swinging a butcher knife.
"I'm going to kill you! Both of you!" he exclaimed, and ran for us, decapitation obviously on his mind.
I lifted Mrs. Hoag up, till my cock slithered out of her damp hole and dropped her on her pretty ass, right on the floor, blocking Mr. Hoag's attack and tripping him up. They rolled over together.
I quickly examined the situation, and I saw how limited were my options. Then I hurried into my bedroom, tossed the few things I had unpacked back into my suitcase, closed it, and started for the front door.
Mr. Hoag was up and about by then, though, and nearly caught me with that butcher knife. His wife was cowering on a couch in the living room. Sheila and Judy were still screwing on the floor, stoned out of their minds and not giving a shit about anything, I guess. I turned on my heels and ran for a side window, Mr. Hoag gave pursuit, but I was younger and faster.
I made it to my car and drove off into the sunset. And frankly. I think I was well out of it.