"You mean it?" Little Steve looked at me like I might have been lying and that bothered me a lot."Yeah, I do. Cross my heart," I made a little X over ...y left breast. "Okay?" Yeah," Steve nodded and finally did smile.I felt a little relived then because I just didn't need to spend a really long weekend worrying about Little Steve. I was surprised it was that easy though. I mean, him just worrying about going out with me. He wasn't stressing over his dad and me fooling around or anything, and I'd. "He gave me a very wry smile. "I have always been a terrible cook, but I can read a thermometer with the best of them. A hitch in the Navy would pay for college, and besides, it was right after the war and the draft was still in place. They hadn't drafted anybody since '47, but I figured it was better to eat Navy chow for a few years than risk being drafted into an infantry squad if things heated up with the Russians or someone else." In any case, everything worked out pretty well. I ended. I didn't. Heather and Evan talked a lot about current events and politics, and I mostly listened. I don't know anything about that stuff. It was interesting though.We went out on the porch afterwards.I expected the conversation to turn to sex.Nope.Maybe they were waiting for me to turn the conversation to sex.Hhhm. And then, pretty much exactly like last time, at just around 10:30 there seemed to be a natural lull. Oh well. I looked around. Definitely that lull feeling. I stood up.Maybe they. She lost count after 30!Miem tried to stand as the door opened, she fell to her knees. Shaking violently form cummming again! Before Miem stood 37 twinks. All 18-19 ready to fuck Miem and **** her throat!"She's all yours! Do whatever you want. This piece of garbage whore will do everything... and if not? Just make her do waht you want." Miem came again at my words and the thoughts of all this young cock ripping every hole open!"Yes you fuck me! Do what you want hurt me bad!"One one the twinks.