I almost accepted. Better, I thought, to be at the end of the earth than a stranger in my own land. I lured John into bed – our first time together ...- but he couldn't get it up. It was mostly my fault. Without the sexual lubrication of alcohol I was a lousy lay.It is a forlorn feeling to realize that nobody in the world cares about you. That you are a footnote in other people's lives. It almost drove me to drink. Again.I needed a job and I considered becoming an accountant again, but that was. "Okay then," I said, reaching up to grab her by the hips. "You asked for it." I leaned in and kissed her again, this time closer to the tiny strip of fabric of her g-string. I let my lips touch her skin longer, even daring to let my tongue contact her tasty skin. "Better, but still not good enough," she said, bending over a little farther, putting her hands on the arm of the couch for support. Again I kissed Shannon's ass, this time running my tongue up her crack along her g-string, tickling. The worst part was when a tight fist was holding my cock and just the extremely over sensitive head of my cock was rubbed and massaged. I was going out of my mind and praying for them to stop. The ring gag went back in then just to keep me quiet. Somewhere two or three hours later the last condom was poured into my mouth. Every empty condom was laid like trophies on my chest and full belly. I had no idea how many there were but later Cindy informed me that I'd been fed 43 loads of cum out of. . and the way mom acted tonight with Mister Gabe ... and you let it happen. And you and 'C'? You acted like she is your wife, and now," she waved her hand towards the bed without looking that way again. "What is going on?!"Fuck! Caught red handed, and ... where to start? I pulled Molly close into chest and into my arms. I took a long breath, "I have to tell you some things. Some things that I don't think you will like any more than I do," and I told Molly the whole story ... right from the.