I felt I needed to get her to talk, but at this point, I had no idea what to say or even what to do. It almost seemed as if we were back to square one...“Do you want to talk?” I asked after about fifteen minutes.She shook her head, “No.”“You need to talk, Caroline. It’s the only way I can help you.”“I don’t want to,” she sighed.“Will you tell me how I can help you?” I asked.“I don’t know,” she sighed.I decided at that point that I’d have to wait for the morning before I’d try to talk to her. She walked over to me, said “What a lovely big cock,” and treated my balls and shaft to a delicious fondle, ruffling my pubes and stroking my shaft like she knew how to wank boys, and tickling me right underneath. I’d had my kit played with lots of times by Andrew and other boys, but having a girl, especially a naked girl, do it for the first ever time sent an electric shock of sex pleasure through me. I reached down and had a feel of her cunt. I remember her pubes felt as coarse as mine. I. Looking back, I don’t know how she never suspected us of doing stuff. We were both young adults and saw each other a lot. Anyway, I sat there watching tv for about 10 more minutes when I heard Liv’s car pull in to the driveway. The door opened and shut. Then she called, ‘Matt?’ ‘Down here,’ I called. I was in the basement. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, then Liv appeared, holding a smoothie, and wearing flip flops, daisy dukes, and a low-cut T-shirt. I should probably give a. This time Barbara simply took the cock in her mouth and mumbled, "okay, let it go." Seconds later Barbara was gulping as fast as she could as this guy's cock flooded her mouth with his hot gushing piss. Barbara drank it down as it filled her mouth like drinking from a garden hose. Every so often the quantity was more than she could handle and it overflowed her mouth. The urine dribbled out down her chin onto her breasts and down her chest. Then a third guy was up in front of Barbara and he.