"Hello." I said, "My name is Will." Hello, Will," He replied, "My name's Matt, come have a seat and we'll solve the world's problems-one drink at a ti...e." I chuckled at his joke and sat down on his right, so that I could hear better.I sipped my scotch as he drank a beer and we started talking about soccer. We both were at the same level of fandom it seemed, and we shared our ignorance about the finer points of football.After the match ended, there was a pause in the conversation and Matt asked. It was everything I could do to not yell out: “Fuck me you fool!”Then, he moved over between my legs sitting up on his knees. He leaned over to his bag reaching for something. I could hear him ripping open a wrapper. The anticipation was building. He moved around a little before I could feel the tip of his cock probing the crack of my ass looking for my rear door. It found its target. He spread my cheeks with his hands as he began to push his large blunt cock into my long-neglected, yet. Upstairs I could hear giggling and laughing and knew Ole Greg was getting some. I was thinking about heading back downstairs when I heard a creaking on the steps. I thought it might have been the house itself until I heard the fridge door open. It must be Maddi. It was followed by the sound of pouring and the fridge opening and closing again. She had come down for a drink no doubt. I thought nothing of it just sat there watching the storm in the street lights. A few minutes later she. She looked up at him with large eyes and continued, her tone imploring. “Please let me suck you? I so want to suck your big cock while I am here on my knees in front of you. I am your slut for the night and I want you to take my mouth. Use me. Make me feel dirty. Please”. Phil gently but firmly gripped a handful of Serena’s lustrous hair, slipping his fingers behind her left ear with his right hand and pulling her mouth towards him. As she strained against him slightly she begged, her voice.