Hell, I didn't even enjoy it. I felt ashamed, and mad at myself, and wondered how I would face him that evening.. I came home that night, very little...was said between us.. I could hardly bring myself to look at him. I was totally embarrassed at the thoughts of what I had done with him. Friday night I arrived home, and went on into the kitchen, put away the groceries I'd picked up on the way home.. Eddie came in and asked "Mom are you mad at me"? "No" , I replied. I'm mad at myself" . On the big night, I was driving my truck with the bench seat and extended cab. The first thing I did, was to push the seat all the way back. This gives us a lot of room. I put some beer in the cooler behind the front seat, now I"m ready. I picked Kim up just as the day was turning into night. I drive out into the country, where traffic will be at a minimum. We did some small talking, while drinking beer. Eventually, I brought the conversation to sex. I began to ask her some questions. She had been crying. I ignored her. I ordered a pizza and as she was serving it, she stated, "I was let go today. I don't have a job." Why?" Because the police came to the bank and asked about John. They were trying to find out if he was a person that would commit rape. The police talked to me again and wanted me to say that what happened to me was rape. I can't do that." I didn't look at her. "Zeke, look at me." When I swung my eyes to her she stated, "I don't know what happened with John. I. Again, I rubbed my cock briefly.“You’re doing great,” Rick said to me. I nodded and moaned as he continued to play with my nipples. My audience voiced their approval.“Listen to him moan.”“The little slut loves it.” Something about their words turned me on any more. I thought my cock was going to tear through the spandex that imprisoned it at any moment.“Stand up,” Rick instructed, guiding me to stand beside the stool. He continued to play with my left nipple as his right hand trailed down my.