I said in a low voice “I think I’d like to stay, but…” and Pat kissed my neck and said “But?” I tied to answer “I have never… I mean�...” which made them smile and laugh. “We know, Timmy. It’s written all over your face. But that’s alright as long as you let us teach you… maybe time for a new instrument in your life, no?” That was John who said it and he stood up, opened his pants and took them off. Standing in front of me in his boxers, he looked at me very intensely and then took them off as. Things started getting rough now as he grabbed the back of my head, pumping my mouth I started gagging he didn't stop just said that's it baby SUCK my COCK you have a great mouth. After a bit he got up as I moved to my knees to continue sucking him off, I pulled away looked up at him and said USE ME LIKE A DIRTY WHORE! I want you to FUCK the shit out of me I want it HARD & ROUGH! He didn't say a word, grabbed my hair to lift me up off my knees,lifted my tank top off to have me just standing. The thought was getting me very wet.We pulled into the drive way and both of us jumped out quickly and entered the house. On the table there was a birthday cake already waiting for the party, and a stack of presents to open. The rest of the day went off like any other birthday, I blew out the candles to a verse of Happy Birthday to You and everyone handed me their gift to watch me open them. It took several more hours for everyone to leave, and my brother decided to go over to one of his. She drove a SUV that was more than capable of carrying the four passengers and their bags. Liza introduced Sherri and Emily to her son Brandon and soon they were on the road. The two ladies sat in the front seat and listened to the conversation from behind them until they reached the interstate.“How old is Brandon?” Sherri asked.“Brandon is fifteen,” Liza said, as she glanced at the other mother. “Emily is... ?”“Fourteen.”“Chet says you’re an accountant?” Liza asked.“I’m a CPA with O’Grady.