Franjo looked at me seriously and said; "Would you hang out with us tonight?" Since I was alone, I thought the idea was, OK, and if they're really so ...razy, maybe I'll get some pussy too. Not bad.They gave me the address of the apartment where they were located and arranged to see me at 8 pm there. I said I could hardly wait, and both of them smiled and get out of the cafe. I stayed to sit for a while, wondering about the whole situation.I spent the rest of the day in my apartment, partly. I moaned while I was buried deep in his ass, tongue fucking him and grabbing his waist to pull him onto my face while I was being fucked hard, and felt the other mans cum all over my ass and back, shooting everywhere there was so much of it, and then the one whose ass I was eating turned around and shot all over my face he couldn't make it around to my ass to explode on.The both had me clean their cocks off like the others had, and thanked me before leaving. By now I was covered and filled with. Once he handed it to me, I turned around and he was gone. I’d like to read a portion of that letter to you now, but you’ll have to promise not to laugh since we WERE only sixteen. Stephanie,Well, I need to know if you might have any feelings for me? I want you to be truthful and it has to be yes, or no. Don’t worry about me getting mad, because I know if you don’t have the same feelings I can’t change it. I really feel that we can have something strong, but I won’t pressure you because like I. Her brain felt like the main-spring of a watch that had been wound too tight and unable to perform.How long she lay there in an almost numbed state of bitter remorse before getting up again, slipping on her robe and quietly going into the kitchen, the guilt-filled, young wife had no idea. Her slender hands trembled as she poured Bacardi into a glass, filled it with ice and added Cola, the only alcoholic drink she had ever been able to stomach, and certainly she had to have something before that.