Keith ignored it. "Go ahead and answer it, son. It would be hot sucking your cock while you are talking to your best friend." His mother had a devilis... grin on her face as she encouraged him. "In fact, put it on speaker."Just before it went to voice mail, Keith answered the phone. "Wassup, Jim?" I had a question for you. You alone so we can talk privately?" Yes," Keith lied, "mom's out for awhile. What's your question?" Well, you are going to think I am a fucking perv, but, have you ever seen. We spent a couple days hanging out together, fixing stuff around the house, shooting, and drinking some beer. On Thursday night my sister Jenny called. She talked to my dad a long time. I could hear him console her about something. Then he said “sure” and handed me the phone. Hey baby sis, what’s up” I answered. “Oh my god it is so good to hear your voice, glad they have not killed you yet” she laughed “That is not nice” “I know I know, hey we are going to have a party this weekend in the. The Rusty Bell was no Three Seasons, nor was Feliks Moroe an Artuma. Certainly not in a physical sense. He was short, fat and seemed to sport his long, greasy hair with a pride that defied its stringy appearance. I arranged for a private room and two meals; tonight's dinner and tomorrow's breakfast.I found a small table by the fireplace and sat facing the middle of the room. The crowd here didn't look all that rough, but I didn't want to let any opportunistic types come to the opinion that I. As each boy came he would fill her hole with his cum or cover her body. Each boy had her at least twice. Many would have her 3 or 4 times. Her eyes were matted shut. Her hair was a sticky, matted mess. And Rivers of cum leaked from her well used cunt and asshole. She had lost count of the number of orgasms she shuddered through. “What the hell is going on in here!” An older male voice yelled. It was Coach Conrad’s’ voice. “I told you Jackasses to get cleaned up and changed hours ago.” .