As I am walking in I get the strangest feeling sweep over me. ‘Elise, are you ok?’ she asks. ‘Oh yes fine, fine, I am just excited I guess. Or ...aybe this costume is too hot for me.’ ‘Well if you need to go back just let me know, it will probably be lame here anyway.’ I could only laugh in response. The feeling became stronger the further in we got, but I just pushed through it. No need to waste a perfect evening. ********** ‘Whoa dude, you ok?’ ‘Um yeah, just tripped on my shoe or something.’. A slap across my face stopped me. Fingers jabbed roughly into my pussy.They fucked me, both of them. Hard and rough and relentless. Just fucked me - no oral, nothing else. One fucked me and came, the other had his turn. Then they swaggered off laughing.It took me months before I could try dating. Even then it didn't work. The dates were stilted and awkward, the initiation of sex such a turn-off that I always made an excuse and left abruptly.Maybe six months later - armed with a ****. ”Erin’s shoulders drooped looking at us like we had ruined her chance to get away for a time.“Paul, when you asked if I was coming home or if I was going home with another guy, it hurt. When I said I love you and you left with that shrug, that hurt more. That sent a shock through me.”Erin took a long draw from her tea.“Guys, I’m scared. You are back, and you have a new wife. I mean look at her, she is beautiful. She is tiny. She has a small butt, like Lynn. She has smaller boobs than Lynn. She. I’d had enough and was about to get up from where I was seated and commit the forbidden sin of taking her in my arms, when she alluded, “got to make lunch..”, and briskly walked past me, into their kitchen.Her assets bouncing in rhythm- tic- tune to her moves as she disappeared into the kitchen had made my dildo grow wild-n-crazy as ever, and I couldn’t take it any more. I waited nevertheless, for what appeared to be generations, before I made my way into her kitchen. She stood stirring.