It was getting cramped as it forced a huge bulge in the front of my pants. That repositioning wasn't lost on my little sister, either. She reached dow... between us and helped me readjust myself, and her fingers felt so good on my straining manhood. I must have groaned my pleasure, because Joanne was in no hurry to move her hand away from me, and I was in even less of a hurry for her to leave. A minute later, I became aware of her pulling down my zipper and undoing the button, then snaking her. ” His voice so low and seductive Gracie almost shuddered. This was impossible. “This is the situation. I’m to marry Matthew in two months time. You must accept it. I lovehim.” She replied. Michael stepped toward her. Her shawl had fallen off one shoulder and he replaced it but not before his long masculine fingers touched the rim of her blouse and followed its length down to the valley of her breasts. Gracie’s lips opened as she breathed out. Her breath foamed in the night air as it had turned. Oh well. I needed to stop things before they got out of hand anyway.. It was at that moment that Marissa walked out on the deck alone and came over to us. She asked for a cigarette and I complied. Wayne, apparently confused about just who was playing wing man tonight, immediately left me alone and went back into the bar with the others. "Sounds like your friend just went through a pretty bad breakup, huh?" she asked. Again, I was a little enamored with her. Long, straight, almost jet black. Omg its so big.” “Youre a dirty little faggot. You fucking faggot ass bitch” he said. “say it. Say youre my dirty faggot.” I didn't say anything. He grabbed my hair and said “say it fucking whore say it.” “Im your dirty faggot. I'm your little bitch. Youre so big oh god.” “Im gonna fucking cum in your ass oh god oh god.” He said “give it to me. Please please. Oh please fuck me” Then he grabbed my hips and thrust really deep and let out a loud moan. I could feel him cumming in me. He layed on me.