I stammered, "Ahhh ... that's strong!"Ed and Greg laughed. Ed asked, "Haven't you had gin before?" no!" I squeaked in a high grating voice. "Not this ...trong." I coughed and tried to smile.Ed explained, "Take small sips, Kyle. You get used to it." Greg smiled and nodded.I took a small sip. It still burned, but not quite as much as the first gulp. I coughed and asked, "How the hell do you know how to drink gin?"Ed explained, "I steal a little from my dad's supply once in a while. You do get used. "So this is your biker bar?" she asked wrinkling her nose as she stared at Bennie's dilapidated façade. "It doesn't look like much." Oh I assure you it's even worse than it looks," I chuckled. "Well, maybe not really worse than it looks. Bennie spends a lot of money to keep the outside looking this bad. He says it's part of the mystique. Actually it's a nice place; the food is decent and Bennie lets us reprobates hang out which is a lot more than most places do, so it's a little like home away. You have a terrific mom.”Sharon phrased her next question as delicately as she could, “Do you think you could be with my mom?”That question made John a little nervous, and he thought he had better clarify if he had understood the question correctly. “What do you mean by, ’be with your mom?’”Sharon clarified what ’be with your mom’ meant, “Could you make love to my mom if I asked you to?”John thought for a moment that this was a belated April fool’s joke as he chuckled and thought Sharon was. "Let's lose these," said one and a flash of material was thrown in the air.Her only sound now was her grunting as one of the guys moved between her legs and thrust into her. Her arms were released and she wrapped them around her lover's neck, more for support than anything else and she lifted one knee to help him penetrate her more."Fucking hurry up," said one, "we all want a go and she may be missed soon."His thrusting became harder and then he stopped as he came with a grunt."Out the fucking.