I’d be on this project for the next few months.That evening at home, after dinner, I called Jennifer at Stanford. True to form, it was Josie that an...wered the phone.“I always end up talking to you first!” I chuckled.“Hey, you had sex with me first in Chicago, too!” she said with a laugh.“That’s true. Is Jen available?”“No! She’s taken! But I might allow you to speak to her.”“Might?” I chuckled. “I’m sure she’ll tickle the phone away from you again!”“She’s a bitch that way!”Unsurprisingly, there. I tried to tell him I had just been taken, to which he replied, he knew, as they had watched me, and when I said the other men had cum in me, he said he wanted to cum in me too, so I submitted to his request and lay back and let him mount me, and like his humping partner on the next lounger, slid into me with ease, as the cum acted like a lubricant and his cock swirled around my convulsing vagina, soon to settle down into a more cohesive motion of mutual pleasure.Both men were reaching twenty. Maybe 8” or 9” long, and not yet fully hard. I could feel it getting stiffer as I rubbed along its length through his pants.Warren found one of the slits in my gown, and slipped his hand inside and around to the front, so that he was fingering my already wet pussy. Without breaking our kiss, I spread my legs so he had better access, and he slipped two fingers deep into my cunt, moving them in and out of me gently, but firmly. I could barely stand up, as he finger-blasted my vagina with one hand. So itwas entertaining for them to drive around seeing howother people live. They laughed at the mock Tudor semi’s,and the pebble-dashed Victorian terraces. How theygiggled at the decor of the council houses. They drovearound that warm August evening and they cared not a hootif anyone heard their offensive comments. Their fathershired and fired these sorts of people all the time. Infact, if it wasn’t for people like their parents thesecommon folk would be homeless. Now it was.