As I unzipped again he asked“whats with the coat, slut?” And then after a pause “Take if off for the lads” nodding towards the small group wat...hing from a distance. I allowed him to slip it off and leave it behind me on the floor, leaving me in my skimpy Basque, with no panties, my labia sopping wet spread open, with spunk and juices still dribbling.“what do you think of my bitch lads” he called out “maybe I’ll let you use her when I’m done” before returning to deal with me . They called out a. I always knew he had a good taste in music, we had that in common. I slowly open the door and see him on the bed pressing the button on his Xbox controlled madly, I looked at the screen, he was playing Black Ops and he wasn’t doing well. “Throw a grenade at them” I said but I was once again ignored and he lost. Throwing his controller at the wall and it lands at my feet. He looks away and I walk in turning the music down so I can talk. “Okay you need to tell me what’s up with you right now. .and for me to get off watching him watch me! :)I begrudgingly let go of what felt like quite a substantial big black dick and pranced off towards the guest bedroom. For a visual: the room is just off the back corner of the couch, meaning you couldn't see into the room if you were sitting up straight on the couch facing forward towards the TV like normal. BUT, if you were sitting longways, the same position you would be in to take a nap, and turned your head 45 degrees? Then you would be able. I put my hands under his arms and guided him into me. His back was against my breasts. I told him to lean into me and lay his head back against my neck. His eyes were fixed on the ocean through the studio window. "Ryan, close your eyes and tell me what has you so upset. I won't judge you I will just listen to you as your friend." He started to cry. "I'm so mixed up about girls. I'm such a loser. All the guys on my hockey team have girlfriends, they are always talking about having sex with them..