She had also walked over to the fridge and got us each a beer and handed me one. We both sat on the edge of the bed."Do your parents know you drink an... smoke weed?" I asked."No to the beer, they don't know I drink some, and I don't smoke anything. My friends do but I don't need it. I get my highs off sex. You're good. Are you ready to fuck me again?" Wow! You really are a wild one. Let me finish my beer first. Then I'll give it another shot."She had small but nice looking tits. She had a little. Then it curled up under my hood and diddled my clit in rhythm to Ron playing my nipples. I no longer cared who saw. Ron continued to casually converse with Erin. “Shall I continue until she orgasms? I am sure you realize that she is getting close.”She was staring at me, and was struggling to speak in reply to him. This continued for what seemed to be an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes. “But, I chose to not embarrass her like that.” And with a final pinch and tug of my nipples, Ron. “Your kinda down on the guy aren’t you?” he said.“No, not really, but he is kinda something. I don’t know,” she said. “It’s just he’s so, weak or something. I mean, well, I just don’t know.”“Well, he did kill those bad guys that were trying to mess with you,” he said. “I mean he wasn’t weak then.”The man who spoke, and was sitting across from her didn’t notice the darkening of her look as he’d said this last.It was all so long ago now. She could not recall when her opinion of her dad in prison. " I agreed that it was and we got off and went off to work. During the 10 minute walk to where we parted company, (we work in opposite buildings) she made no mention of what had happened, nothing about the men interfering with her. We met for lunch and again she said nothing about it, just made small talk and gossip from the office.We met up at going home time and made our way to the station. "I wonder if the train will be as packed going home?" was the only comment that she made. The train was.