You still feel the soft hands of those men moving over your body, squeezing your breasts and nipples, their tongues in your mouth and between your leg.... Try as you might to sleep, you can't.You get up and wander around your apartment in the dark, the orange glow of the streetlights slicing through the living room window. You have a glass of wine to try and make you sleepy, but it doesn't help. It only serves to make you more horny and desirous of a new adventure. The clock says 1:30 and you. Piece of fucking shit!" He kicked the truck again, this time he managed a fare-sized dent in the fender."Well, what are we supposed to do now?" Karen asked, more to herself than Rory."How the fuck should I know! You're the one that wanted to go see that fucking preacher!" Rory answered with exasperation in his voice."Don't go getting all pissy with me! I didn't break the God damn thing!" Rory was really starting to get on her nerves. If she had it to do all over again she would have found. She was clean-shaven, making it easier to tell what she was doing, how deep the toy was, how wet she was. I started eagerly stroking my throbbing length again, my mind swimming. This was a far cry from what I thought I would see tonight, but I didn't care. I watched as the first jets of thick seed arced over Sherry's shoulder, and onto her breast, and almost immediately the other guy. They pumped their cocks harder, as they came all over her. I began to seriously look forward to my turn,. . Oh hell boy, you suck better than that bitch of yours!". He screamed in ecstasy.Apparently, my ex had been fucking around even more than I knew about. Come to think of it, I had seen her humping the leg of the biker. He had slipped his gloved hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy roughly. I saw he told her something meanly and then she ran away mad. I guess that he told her he was gay or something. She hated gays. And here I was feeling up-and-top gay myself. The thought made me smile."So.