He was a lonely man, after all. The boy was watching the girls as well, expression amused, resigned. Tired. Tom could relate. Stepping towards him, he...reached out his right hand."Tom."The boy looked at him."Zak." His brown hand slowly came out, taking Tom's. They shook once, then released their hold simultaneously. Almost as if neither were good at this kind of thing. Tom nodded, attention turning back to the girls. "And you are Krissy, I assume?"The two teens separated, Alice now holding one. Putting the washing basket on the kitchen table I went into the living room to pour myself a drink, raising the glass to my lips a few minutes later I froze as I heard a sound from the kitchen. Glass in hand I walked out to the kitchen to find Mike and four of his friends pawing through my lingerie."What the hell do you think you are doing?" I yelled "Get out of here this minute!"Mike looked over at me and grinned, then I was thrust forward into the room by a pair of rough hands, my drink. His need becomes more urgent and he grabs my head with both of his strong hands and begins to fuck my mouth as if it were my weeping pussy. I’ve never been used before in this fashion and I’m struck by the passion that it instills in my body. He holds my head still as he thrusts his throbbing member deep down my throat. My moans of pleasure become choked gurgles as he uses me for his pleasure. My breast sway and slap into each other. My turgid nipples sing with delight as they are abraded. It didn't take long before I was reaching that end, cumming hard against his hand, whimpering and moaning into his mouth. I opened my eyes after being carried away on high seas of an orgasm, and in the moonlit car I could see that he seemed nearly as pleased as I was. Nearly.He slid his cum soaked hand from my saturated cunt and sucked my juices from his fingers with zeal. “You taste sweet.”“You mean slang for good?”“No literally, sweet.”Okay, I don't remember exactly how that conversation went.