Of course I could see it, there across the street and just half a block down, but I had never bothered to look because I didn’t take the bus, did I?...he blond was there. Today her cap was a rusty color, it suited her, making her blonde hair seem ... Blonder? Brighter, that was it, brighter. She was wearing a colorful vest and a long, thick sweater today. She was also wearing a long skirt and it took me a bit to remember the last time I saw anyone wearing a skirt, other than those whisps of. She had on her own jacket only partially buttoned up. It sat wide open and displayed the bulge of her breasts still covered by her sweater. More importantly, she had a wooden box in her hands. She didn’t say anything. She smiled at me, closed the door, and then went over to the table in the cluttered side of the garage.I followed her. I recognized the box as the one from Dad’s dresser. Why was she bringing it out here now?She set the box on the table, turned it to face me, and opened it. Inside. "She laughed, "Sounds like you are though, John! How drunk are you?" Soooooo muchs!"She giggles more and you feel strangely excited to make her laugh. "Dyno where Sam is," you question, wondering why he isn't with her at the moment, making out on the bed instead of the two people there now. "Ists he dancing?She looks at you strangely, "John... he's right there. He's on the bed with Allan." Whaa," you exclaim in shock, now recognizing your best friend locking lips with your gym partner. "He's.... I felt this pulsing inside of my ass, I knew it was him emptying his sperm in me. I shoved back, I wanted it all. He pulled out of me, and I stayed there. Not because he told me in his note, But because I could not move. No because I did not want to move. Then I felt another dick slide in my pussy. I guess the other guy wanted to take his turn with me. his cock was skinner yet seemed longer, so long in fact I could feel him deep inside of me. This was so nasty, this was so sick, I was so bad to.