Her pussy was soaking wet and dripping from all the orgasms she'd had, and now she was exhausted and running with sweat as I licked her face and neck....eanwhile Heather had Tom on his back, his legs spread high in the air, and she'd put on a strap-on to fuck his ass even more. She was telling him what a good whore he was and because of this, she was going to let him cum. Then as she slid her strap-on in and out of his ass she lubed his cock and began stroking him very slowly.Lisa looked so good. I, on the other hand, was a real sissy-boy.Nate knew I was gay. This had come about a month earlier when he unexpectedly arrived home while I was giving another man in the trailer park a blow job. Fortunately, Nate promised not to tell our homophobic father about this event. Relieved as I was about this, however, little did I realize the far-reaching consequences that his silence would have on my future.Nate’s best friend was a guy I couldn’t stand named Geoff. Geoff was a sweaty large oaf who. So I rode every Friday and Saturday, into the night. In the early evenings it was its own form of torture, trains filled with people rushing to or from parties or whatever. The couples were the worst, smiling and giggling in the corners, reminding me.I brought books and used them as shields. Mark Twain would keep me preoccupied until the crowds had gone and it was just me and the night and the empty tunnels of the subway.Until that night.It was a Saturday. I got a seat next to the door and. At about 12:30 Sarina nudged Elli, Im sick of this movie, lets go to your room. Even though Elli seemed really into the movie she offered no resistance and complied with Sarinas wishes. Both said goodnight as they left the room. Watching Sarinas ass as she left ended the war that had been reading on in my mind all evening. I realized I had just been fighting against the inevitable. The war had been won when she made the offer to witness her fucking my baby girl again. It had just taken me.