I felt his hard memberpushing against me though the rough denim of his jeans.Then Steve pushed me away to arm's length."Drop the skirt bitch'" he hiss...d."What?" I answered not understanding quite what was going on.'SLAP'!My head exploded with the force of the slap to my face; I thought myhead had been knocked off."Don't you fucking mark her!" Carmel warned Steve."Well you tell that bitch, I ain't half as nice as Eddie so she betterjust take what's coming ok," Steve hissed at Carmel."Ok Steve, I. She decided to pretend I was her husband and started sucking me as if I was him. She even slipped and called me by his name. The doorbell rang and I knew that the guys started showing up. When I didnt go to open the door, they just let themselves in. There were six guys in all that showed up. All eager to tear into some of this sweet pussy. They peeked into my bedroom. When I saw them I waved them in and they started filing in, hard cocks in hand. She had her eyes shut and was concentrating on. We quietly talked about various things in the twilight hours and found ourselves holding hands after a few minutes. I'm usually one to avoid eye contact out of anxiety, but I couldn't stop staring into her ocean blue eyes. She had fair, freckled skin and long, curly, dirty blond hair. She was perfect. Whenever she smiled, her eyes would crinkle in a way that just melted me."So... Since you're here and it's so late, do you want to..." Do I want to?" I arched my brow, confused."You know." Oh." I. I need time to adjust." I nodded. Abby reclined on the chaise and resumed tanning. I sat back in my chair and chugged my wine. I needed some rest and a nap to recover from my sexual episode. A few days later, Abby told me to come over at one. She said she needed some oral sex - and a fuck. I was excited and ready to meet that request. My dreams were all turning into reality. We decided that the house was cooler and, also, Abby was quite vocal woman during sex. The entire city didn't need to.