She looked so different from the crowd and he knew he had to at least talk to her. It's never been a question about courage with Tom, he gets rejected...it's not a big deal, it's a matter of putting yourself out there. If you get rejected ninety nine percent of the time that means you have to ask a hundred girls out a night to get laid. Well worth it but he's thankful he's never had to work that hard for it. But there weren't a hundred of her. Before now he never even thought there could be one. He said, "Don't tell me. Show me."So I did. I took his cock in my mouth and began to suck like I've never sucked his cock before because just like Boyd, I owe him one. I'm all too happy to repay him.Boyd finished up quickly but I remained where I was, sucking happily on Josh's cock. I was vaguely aware of the office door opening and the sound of clothing rustling. I ignored it until I felt another cock entering my pussy from behind. I can see Boyd standing nearby watching. I assume the lot-boy. I won’t tell you how old, or even real names, but for now let’s just say my name is William Myers. There is also my girlfriend, who, in the beginning was just my c***dhood friend, Shelby Marx, who is the exact definition of a dumb blonde. Yeah, she has her moments where she can be smart, but they are far and few between. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Allow me to tell you all the beginning of the story first.I grew up in a very musical inclined family, my dad being a semi-famous percussionist. ”“To get something this big onto the station, it must have come through one of the cargo bays,” Moralez added as he looked the weapon over. “Even in pieces, this thing must weigh at least sixty pounds. That would have been hard to pull off without a lot of help, but smuggling rings have been broken up on the station before, it’s not unheard of.”“Let’s get it open,” Boyd said, Stanley nodding as he began to unwrap it. The fingerprints and DNA had already been collected, and so there was little.