She turned and placed her head on my shoulder. I laid us down and held her. I don’t know when but I fell asleep again. Later that day I told my dad ... lie about why I ran out and where I was. I told him how I wanted to find my own whore to fuck. He laughed and said I should have come back to the living room and join in the fun with them as they all took turn fucking every hole that poor woman had.The next day I grabbed my books and headed to school. School wasn’t that bad. I could at least be. Without pulling out, he spun me around so that I was now laying on the arm of the sofa with my knees up to my chest. He pulled out and sank to the floor. I heard him moan as his face met my crotch and he slurped up my juices.His nose was on my clit, his long tongue was up my fanny and his finger was pressing at my arse. I had to relax, I want that finger, I want more than a finger. He spat on my arse and rubbed it up inside my brown chute. He stood, put his cock at my back door and. The strong huge fingers gripped his ass cheeks tighter as the pleasure took over and he felt their straining cocks rub against each other. Lucky for him, Chris was not looking for another masculine alter ego to fuck but a guy who made him feel relaxed and that they both enjoyed the ride and so far so good. The bum cheeks in his hands felt smooth and soft but there was some hardness about the male body he held. The soft lips and tongue made him think it was a woman licking and sucking him until. “Thank you,” she whispered.I smiled, wadded up the napkin, and correctly guessed that the trash can was under the sink, a guess that would be right more often than not in just about any kitchen in America. We both finished our drinks and Summer rinsed the glasses and put them in the sink.“Do you want to stay?” she asked softly. “I could play more, or...”I waited, wondering if she’d complete the thought, but also wondering what I would do if she did. There was a giant, insurmountable problem of.