I didn’t know why but it was a “why not?” My parents didn’t breathe a word about sex to me. A friend had taught me about masturbation. Pat had...well developed tits and we lay on our sides pressed together. She didn’t kiss me or I would have maybe gotten the idea. I didn’t make any moves so she took charge and pulled my hand to cup her still-clothed tit. Her hips pressed against mine which still had a flaccid organ. I followed directions, many non-verbal.Gradually our clothes came off and I got. Everything happened so fast. She was jerked from her car and thrown on the ground. She hit her head and was a little dazed."Get up Bitch!" and she was kicked.Molly balled up and she was kicked again."I said get up!" and she was jerked to her feet. Molly now realized who her attackers were...The Brothers."Why are you doing this Jake?" she got out. She was shaking and in fear of her life. Her sides hurt from being kicked. She hit her head on the ground when she was pulled from her car. She still. He was saying, “it’s going to be alright, I’m going to try to help.” I was also laughing at myself, but I was hurting. As always, I nearly tuck the sheet completely around my nude body before he comes into the room. And as always, he, without saying anything, patiently disengages the sheet and pulls it down over my back so just a hint of my bottom is showing. It gives me the feeling of a lover removing my clothing before he loves me. He doesn’t ask, just disrobes me without saying a word. I lie. I can’t get over how great these last few hours have been, you are like a teenager again, getting hard so quickly, and recovering even quicker it seems. I can’t respond, I just lean into the closed door, sticking my ass towards you as an invitation. You drop to your knees and slide your hands down my hips, caressing the curve of my behind. You have always loved my ‘booty’; the curves that I hate trying to dress are one of your favorite things about me. I can feel your fingers gently pulling.