“Then why should you think of leaving?” “Ok,” I replied politely. “I am not leaving till you want me to leave.”“That sounds wonderful,�... She smiled. “You are a nice boy.”“You are a beautiful woman,” I uttered these words and soon realized that I had gone overboard. She laughed again as though she didn’t realize that those words came out from the bottom of my heart. “You are trying to flatter me.”“No,” I gathered some more courage and said. “I have been missing you ever since I started living. I think every woman had one of those back then. I don't know if it was because they were luxury items back in the war day or what, but literally every woman's closet I had a chance to pillage in my youth had a plastic bag, shoe box, old purse or something of all their pantyhose and stockings that only had a snag or a single run or whatever. Pantyhose were literally every damn where and that was OK with me. Hell, here recently at an open house I went through. I went upstairs (I wasn't there. Other also went out to which he introduced as his friend. She greeted him and then left.Both the guys locked doors and came in guest room where I was getting sucked by First guy. All guys got naked and came on bed. Other two guys pulled their dicks and kept on my face hitting with it. I closed my eyes, the Second guy took hold of my nipples and screwed hard. I shouted out and both pushed their big dicks inside my mouth. I felt like my mouth is going to tear apart. Both guys held my each boob. I have a very big screwdriver in the trunk of my car. Would you get it for me?" K." The trunk is locked, though... and my keys are in my pocket... and both of my hands are all mucked up here. Would you climb up behind me and reach in my pockets and find the keys?"The smile never left her face. She stood, then came around and climbed up behind me, but a step down, I guess... as her head seemed to be at about the middle of my back. "I don't remember which pocket I put them in. Why don't you try.