She was wearing a well-worn pair of Converse; clearly, it was an element to help her dealing with nerves.I waved at her, standing up off the stool, hu...ging her softly as she got to me. We lingered in each other's arms, both feeling so at home and at ease. I was the first to break the hug, turning to the bar.“What would you like to drink, Becca?” I asked, looking at the bottles behind the bar.“A whiskey neat, please, which would you suggest?” Her voice was shy as she put her trust in my. Beth and Bailey were still looking at me."No," I said again.Beth told me I'd have to do better than that."No, I don't," I said. "I think it would be a remarkably bad idea to invite Suzette to share our house. Now or ever, is that good enough for you?"It wasn't good enough for them."You can't expect me to put aside everything that's happened in the last eight years," I told them. "It's just not possible. If she wants to move down the street, great. If she wants to live next door, fine. If she. None of them seemed to know exactly what to say.“I want all of you to fuck me…at the same time.” I moaned. “Fuck I think she’s serious! What a little fucking whore this one is eh?” McMannis had pulled out and I was repositioned on the table with my head towards the edge before he pushed himself back inside me and continued to use me. Sullivan and Marshall stood on either side of my head and took turns feeding their cocks into my mouth.“Fuck this little bitch can suck some fucking cock!”. "And I am one satisfied customer!" she said, looking at him. "but I don't think your services are quite finished yet." "Oh, is there something more you require miss?" he said, continuing their little tease. "Fuck me, Tom! Fuck me right now! Please I need you!" Candy cried. She grabbed at him, pulling him up from his place between her trembling thighs. She kissed him, tasting her own juices on his lips and licking the sweetness from his mouth. Tom rose and unfastened his pants, letting them.