I suppose I looked shocked.“Oh, it’s you, the grubby one. Don’t gawp. Put the tray down over there. You can wait while we drink it. Turn to face...the wall. I’m sure the sight of Celia’s tits won’t be helping your poor locked cock.”Celia giggled and, red-faced, I did as Gloria asked. Standing facing the wall I could hear them pouring their tea and the chink of cups, but then the sound was replaced by something much more intimate with both women giggling and little squeals and sighs.Then I hear. My knickers were now around my ankles and Joseph looked lost. ‘Touch me Joseph…’ I whispered. I took his hand and lead it to my area. I pressed his fingers against my clit and slowly moved it round in circular motions. My hand left his and he was now pleasuring me independently. I tilted my head back and sighed, I’d never felt anything so good. I don’t think I’d ever been so wet, I always thought masturbation was the best pleasure but now I knew I was wrong. Fireworks were exploding inside of. .. surprise, surprise, it wasn’t their first near miss with a rape charge. In fact, the Sophie incident turned out to be their third strike. Stupid fucks.Sophie and I started dating, and I excelled at Baseball. What can I say? I know how to swing a bat! No pun intended. I also excelled with Sophie, and by our third date, I slid into home. Pun intended. She “scored” several times on my home run, too. Ok, ok. Enough baseball sex puns ... for now. Honest!Most of our dates went great, and the sex. Hey there. My Name is Robert. Some brief background: my older s*****r Wendy and I were raised by our mom, our dad having passed away when were young. Mom and Dad's f******s were longtime friends. They grew up together but Dad was f**e years older than mom. They started dating when mom was f******n and was n******n. Mom's parents weren't happy with the relationship but it was tempered by knowing dad all his life. Things soured though the next year when they announced mom was pregnant.