Joe, wearing a Marine uniform, snapped to attention. He didn’t salute since Mike was a civilian.In a loud voice, he announced, “Mike Bowman, I’m...glad to see that you survived the attack.”The waitress stared at Joe wondering what was happening. She had appeared at work that morning and had been admitted by the two Marines at the front door. She was floored when everyone else in the place turned to look at Mike. She thought of him as Pervert John.One of the men turned to another one there and. My mother said yes, I told her I didnt want to she said he was a family friend who lived alone to go help. I could not tell her why I didnt want to go. So again I got ready for the pool and stopped at his apartment on the way there. This time when I arrived Ron was in just a small pair of shorts they where tight and I could see the outline of his soft cock. He said to take off my shirt and join him in the bedroom, I told him I would leave my shirt on today and he said ok. We went in the bedroom. . by her reaction it was working. I increased the pressure with my finger, wiggled it side to side, and slid it in and out of her ass, while I licked her pussy. Her clit was engorged, and my face was getting soaked from the lube leaking from her little slit. The more I played with her asshole, the more it relaxed and opened up to my probing. I pulled my index finger out slightly, then added my middle finger, gently sliding both into her asshole. “Does that hurt?”She said nothing, but shook her. .. and honestly, it was pretty impressive that he thought a cheap little tramp like me was worth looking at.“Okay,” he grunted, and I was on my knees in front of him before he’d even finished unbuckling his belt.To my surprise, he picked me up (by the hair - ow!) and threw me back on the couch. Before I could even say anything, he was laying on top of me, his weight trapping me on the couch.I just lay there, stunned, as his tongue pushed into my mouth. I could smell the alcohol on his breath,.