“What?” Steve mumbled.“We made bets as to what the first stupid-ass excuse would be. I said that it would be “It’s only sex”, and I was ri...ht.” Susan gloated.“I’ll have your winnings when I see you later.”“Steven, here are your divorce papers. Too bad it was only sex. You are going to be paying a shitload for it. A hooker in Vegas would have been cheaper and you could have used drunkenness as an excuse. Now, go get Jane and get out of the house.”“I’m not leaving my own house!” Steve said. He was seeing her firm breasts dangling under her nighty as she walked and the sway of her ass turned him on. Finally his dinner over he came out on to the porch once again and sat there gazing at the sky. He wanted sex but not with any of the women he usually went to but with his sister. But she is not here and he missed her. He was frustrated but his body longed for release. One by one he thought of the many women to whom he could go but dismissed each one of them. His mother’s smiling face. I ventured a quick look around, finding that there were a few women lying in the floor, and this crazy looking bald guy.He paced back and forth ranting and raving in some foreign language.Then in broken English he yelled “I want all your phones, wallets and purses in a pile here”. He grabbed a young redhead girl dragging her to her feet, telling her to collect our stuff in one of the rubbish bins.Nervously she did as she was told.“Sit over there against the wall” was his next demand.I carefully. Then she took a step back releasing my face from her heaving breasts and looked down to admire my dick. She didn’t say anything yet, she just stared at it as she slowly bent down onto her knees, sliding my jeans and boxers down as she went. Face to face with my now throbbing cock, she looked at it intently, then she looked up in my eyes and said “Oh my.” with a smile. The pace had slowed now significantly, and I got the impression that she was going to take her time enjoying what was in front.