“It’s not long so we can wait.”Her mother said, “If it were longer then, you wouldn’t be waiting?”“I didn’t quite say that, Mom. I was...just speaking to the current factual situation. I won’t deal in supposition.”Her mother grinned. “Help with breakfast.”Agnes stood and helped pull food from the fridge and then moved to assist her mother in cooking. I set the table. Jimmy just watched. I had noticed that he rarely helped inside the house.By the time the food was finished, Mister Stover and Aaron. I said “I think we’re being gangbanged by the football team!”What’s funny is that I wasn’t sad about it at all. I was excited that they picked me (well, us) to have fun with. I thought I was going to be their new favorite people and become popular. Plus, I do have a sex addiction and would much rather be fucked hard than go home and do it myself. And so far, both guys had average size dicks and came pretty quickly. Neither was a great fuck. I was actually hoping a guy would come along that. ." She attempted to look shy. " ... but I'm close to one. Rory ... you know that guy you ... well you know. He's the only one that I ever went all the way with and ... and I only let him go all the way with me a couple of times ... it's so ... you know ... so personal and all." Fuck me. Just a second ago you were asking to suck my cock, now you're telling me you've only been screwed a couple of times, I don't know. It's fucking weird. What the hell is some seventeen-year old kid doing out in. Marci looked up as the door closed and Harrison would have been shocked by the change in her demeanor.“Fucking asshole,” she muttered to herself. But she quickly got to the work of pulling off prints and finding out who’d used the thing, all trace of her lack of self-confidence gone.Unsurprisingly, Marci came through for him, and very quickly. He knew she didn’t have much of a life -- other than work and caring for her brother. She emailed him the name, and even better, a picture of the owner.