I just sat there for a few seconds, hardly believing that Michael had gotten in the house without me noticing. ‘You didn’t think I knew you were ...oing to be alone this weekend, did you?’ Still dumbfounded, I stammered ‘Wh-why are you here?’ He approached me, rolled my chair away from the desk and leaned over to take my fingers out of my snatch. He lapped the sticky juices off them and whispered, ‘I think you know why I’m here.’ My emotions overtook my head as Michael softly nibbled on my. He called me a good girl and put the bit in my mouth. “If for whatever reason you can’t speak, snap your fingers rapidly or clap your hands rapidly. I realize you can’t clap right now but snap your fingers for me, doll.” I snapped them once. By this time one of the boys was playing with my soaking wet pussy thru my panties while another was rubbing my smallish but firm b-cup breasts. One was lovingly stroking my thick red hair.Before my bra and panties were cut off, I believe I may have. His was easy. His commitment to her was enough, even with an only mostly hard penis, to get her to where she wanted to be too.It was a very good orgasm for both of them. It wasn't world shaking, but it was very good. As he listened to her panting, and felt her chest heaving beneath him, he recognized that he was too heavy to just lie down on her, as if she was a body pillow, but he didn't want to separate. Whether that was instinct, urging him to keep her from getting up and letting his sperm. “What kind of tip do you normally get?”“Um, whatever...”“Would feeling these do?”Poor kid, I thought. I couldn’t hear what he mumbled but she put the pizza box on the hall table, turned and backed against him pulling his arms around her and letting him hold her breasts. She snuggled against him and kissed the side of his neck.She let that go on for about three breaths and then slid out of his grasp, turning and dropping to her knees in front of him. I knew what she was going to do but I still.