We sat in the other back couch with Jan in the corner farthest from the couch with the other guys and me, in the middle of the couch, sitting right ne...t to her. From where I was sitting I could kind of just make out that one (maybe both) of the guys on the couch to our left had his pants unzipped and was playing with himself just a little. Hard to tell details. It sort of looked like the guy next to him had his hand on the other guys leg. I don't think Jan saw what was going on. After maybe 5. I felt like I couldn’t escape, that I was his little fuck toy, and I loved every moment of it. He was towering over me, owning me, using me. And I was there to take what he gave me. Tears rolled down my cheeks as he lifted my chin. His cock still remained in my mouth. “Are you ready to finish me, love?” He wiped the tear from beneath my right eye. Gazing at him, adoring him, worshiping him, I nodded. Saliva was running down the side of my mouth. His thick, smooth cock caused me salivate more. “Can we lose the panties?” he asked.I nodded and shimmed out of those too and I pushed up a bit higher on the bed, which was better. Another push and I’d be up to my nightstand drawer that was the key to the promise land vibrator city. “Want to lose the clothes?” I smirked.“Gladly,” he said, stripping off his shirt and jeans, he was so sexy, he crawled over me and kissed me.I’d rooted in the drawer and found my little pink light up clit tickler. My pussy was practically dripping on the. So many of them, gorgeous feminine women, real girly girls, who hadsoftness and beauty and at the same time had strength and passion andathleticism and could dance the lights out.My dad had a serious industrial accident at work when I was seven or so.He was almost at retirement age anyway, so he called it a career. Andhe tried, but his age, combined with a very bad back, meant there werenever any traditional dad-son activities. We never tossed a ball, orplayed catch. Sometimes he'd watch me.