" Okay." He was asking about you." Asking about me what?" I looked at him."Just if I talked to you or not." Oh," I kinda sighed without meaning to."Hi... and Mom aren't talking though," Josh said a minute later."Not talking?" No. They just ignore each other kinda. Dad's been sleeping on the couch every night." Huh," I shrugged and I knew Mr. Evans hadn't been sleeping on the couch at all probably. "Last night too?" I asked, just to see how much Josh knew."I guess so," Josh said. "He left early. . he’s texted. He’s on the way…”’It wasn’t much of a gamble. He was her friend, someone we liked and respected, and was good company. But we weren’t sure anything would happen. Or even if we’d want it to. After an enjoyable evening, and perhaps sensing a moment alone was needed, our friend went to the toilet. We looked at each other. We both knew what the other was thinking. She grinned the grin that says “Can we?”. By the time he came back downstairs, she was kneeling over me on the couch,. "So love, what's your name?" stephanie" Alright Steffie, so how come we haven't seen you here before?" he says,laughing, not waiting for a reply.I do my best to avoid them pulling my skirt up or touching up my titswhile I sip at the wine, and answer their questions about the nippleclamps, about the numerous love bites, about being so exposed in themiddle of the day. Finally, after I finish the wine I make my excuses,but not before they get my phone number, and check it, and they all feelup my. No-one actually disparaged me, but I was under no illusion as to my status. I was there for one thing only - their pleasure. It was OK to grab my cock, cradle my balls, finger my anus, pinch my nipples, slap my bottom.The nicer ones complimented some aspect of my body, or encouraged me with promises of getting to know me better. Several helped themselves to some of my pre-cum, either tasting it themselves or allowing me the pleasure.At some stage, I was invited to bend over an outdoor chair,.