“You like this, don’t you darling, just like your slut daughter, and you’re going to be my slut aren’t you?” His voice was like honey. “Ye...,” I whispered. His hands, whoever he was, and I still hadn’t even seen him, had his hands inside my dress, pulling the cups of my bra down over my breasts, finding my hard nipples. He pulled on them, pulled hard, just the way I like it. I felt my legs go weak, but he held me, held me tight, as Elle took her top off, she didn’t wear a bra, she was pushed. I could tell her breath her soft cheeks were touching my shoulder skin. We started talking watching the movie talking we drifted towards sex topic. We discussed it very freely and when we planned on going to sleep I suddenly turned towards her gave her a kiss on her cheeks. She smiled and said we should watch another movie I agreed and kept another movie. I folded out my sofa cum bed and then we both lay on it and were watching movies. Slowly I moved towards her and kept my hand on her body.. I felt his cock swell even more, a shudder ran through his body, and with another gasp, he came, his ass clenching around my finger and his cum flooding my mouth. Three, four, five thrusts and he still wasn’t done. I swallowed what I could, his dick still in my mouth, but some of it dribbled through my lips and down my chin.We were both still for a moment. I swallowed again and drew back.Gil looked at me. He brought his hand to my face, wiped some of the cum from my chin with one and stuck it. Except in those days gay meant happy not queer! So we all went to this pub, it was called the 'Fountain' and was run by a woman in her 60s everyone called aunty. When we arrived Aunty refused to let us in, saying she thought we were from the rugby club and had caused trouble there, the week before. Standing at the door I could see a few women and girls sitting talking to each other, and men at the other end. I decided I'd go back by myself, so the following week I went there again. This time.