There was movement behind me, but I remained rigid in my seat, not looking left or right, just straight ahead at the fresh fucking that had just start...d.I suspect it was the second guy who manouvered in behind me and he to was masturbating with more open intent and was now stroking my long exposed neck with his penis, then onto my cheek and down towards my mouth, turning my face to meet his cock as he pushed it in.Suddenly the complexity of everthing that was happening changed. He held my jaw. .sir! Would you tell me who are you, where I am, and why, in God's name I'm here?" I will answer your rast question first, your first question rast, and your middle question in the middle." The man said, with a mischievous grin. Will struggled with that answer, trying to work it through in his mind. 'Dream thinking was so hard,' was all he managed to think."First, though, kindly sit on mat. Must practice breathing. Heard you pathetically stomping though the valley like a pregnant yak. To be. Yes." Do you know Samantha?" Who is this? What do you want?"I was angry. I wondered just who would call me up this late and want to ask questions like this. I wasn't in the mood to talk about neither Samantha nor my Becky either. I just wanted to be left alone."I am probably the closest friend Samantha has. I'm worried about her. I know that her troubles all started when she took some kind of deal from your wife... and that after your wife Becky died it all fell apart. I wanted to talk to you. Erin broke the kiss just long enough to say, "Unfasten it," then moved her mouth back to mine. I slid my hand around her back, found the clasps, and slipped them free, thankfully without an embarrassing struggle. Moving my hand back to her front, I found the bottom edge of her bra and lifted it away. My palm found her firm, young breast, heavy and warm against my hand."So soft..." I murmured. Erin sighed -- almost a moan -- in response. I could feel her nipple rising, stiffening. I stroked it.