I could tell she had a filthy mouth – and liked to do things with it besides just talking. We decided to be prudent and meet first for coffee one mo...ning. Lesa was as described: Cute face, a bit petite height-wise, with perky tits, and nice cleavage. Her short, blonde hair begged for me to pull it. It didn't take long though, before we were in the back seat of my car – groping and grunting. Lesa pulled my cock out and started stroking it while my hand was down inside the waistband of her yoga. She ordered me to get the car to drive them back to our place. I brought the car around, and they piled into the back-seat. During the drive, they were necking the whole time. No conversation, just groans and moans, as I drove home in silence, my head pounding with jealousy and my stomach heavy with a feeling of my own inadequacy. At the same time, my below-average-sized dick was hard as a rock. There was no denying that despite the sick feeling, I was also highly turned on. I quietly arranged. He began a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out, as he plunged ever deeper. Carol incoherently moaned and squealed as Garys short strokes became increasingly forceful, pounding her ravenous cunt. Ken watched the lustful action and then moved alongside the couch, easing his cock back into Carols mouth. She responded by hungrily licking and sucking at his rigid shaft. Together the men were sexually abusing the mature woman, yet, working in concert they gave her pure, mind-numbing pleasure. Gary. All of this hit me hard, and I bent down and scooped her up in my arms and carried her to sit her on the couch. She didn’t look at me once and kept crying the entire time.“Did you go home?” I asked.She just nodded no, again avoiding eye contact of any kind with me. I leaned in and held her close. I rocked her in my arms for some time until I heard a tender but weak whisper from her.“I’m sorry,” she repeated over and over until she just trailed off.“Stop it,” I said forcefully and lifted her.