That evening, over a barbeque dinner, I met Barry and Anson. They, too, enthusiastically welcomed me to their home. We all got along very well togethe..., and we quickly developed a very natural, comfortable relationship.Over the next few weeks, we became good friends, and within about three months, that developed into a "friends with benefits" relationship with each of them. We progressed from having one-on-one sex to twosomes and threesomes, and finally to full-fledged gangbangs with the four. ’ Mr Rat Race broke into a big smile, showing surprisingly great teeth. ‘I’ve heard Johnbo was back in town. Please come in Miss. Champagne?’ ‘Johnbo?’ ‘Paulo Piccoli is better known in this city by his real name of Jonathon Jones. My name is Sparrow.’ ‘Real name Finnegan Bird.’ ‘That makes you genuine ma’am. Just Sparrow would be appreciated. God, it’s a long time since I’ve been called Finnegan.’ The big guy cut through the small talk. ‘Do I let Johnny in if he calls himself Paulo?’ ‘Yes. Tom stepped out the backdoor and said, “The title is in the jockey box ... it’s signed and notarized.” He waved it. “Odd, that.”“It is?” asked Myndee.“Yes ... but no keys.”“Abby?”“Yes ma’am?”“There’s a set of keys in your fathers desk. Would you fetch them?”“What an extraordinarily beautiful little girl,” said Andrea when Abby delivered the keys. Tom took the keys and repaired to the garage. Soon enough, he was back.“The keys fit,” said Tom. “The battery is dead.”He rubbed his hands together. I groaned at the delight rushing through me. My fingers gripped her ass while my body trembled. I squirmed beneath her, my nipples rubbing into her belly.Her tongue caressed my clit in a fast circle. Sparks flared.I came.I squealed around her clit. The pleasure rushed through my body. I bucked, savoring my first lesbian experience. My lips nibbled on her bud as the ecstasy drowned my mind again. A gentler pleasure than before, not as intense as the massager but just as delicious.Even more.