. ?" I sputtered. "Um, what has she been saying, Ward?" Not much." He shrugged. "At least, nothing I've heard. She's locked herself in one of the bath...room stalls, I think she's crying or something. One of the girls is in there with her."My jaw dropped."What I CAN tell you," Edward added, leering, "is that she came out of that same door you did about fifteen minutes ago, and she wasn't wearing a bra. Or a shirt." He winked. "The only thing I know she's said to anyone is your name." Is ... is she. What a magnificent cock! "All for you, baby!" he gasped, stroking. "Look how fucking hard you make me!" "Holy fuck! I want you... to taste you!" I moaned, noticing the clear bead of precum oozing from his little slit and I wished that I really could rub my lips over his spongy head and coat my tongue with his juice. As I gazed, open mouthed, I began to smooth and pat the sheet beside me with my free hand, until it found my trusty bullet vibe. His voice was breathy now and he groaned, watching. I could smell the sex we exuded; taste her kisses and the juices I'd brought up on my finger from her pussy; feel her breasts and body – as she felt mine; see in my mind's eye her sexy form as she writhed beside me, over me, and under me – enticing with every move; and hear our lusty talk – recounting almost word for word a fantasy she had about me fucking her sister and her. I wondered if Karen had shared with her sister Lauren our erotic adventures that night. The memory and the added thought. Any way, it was our intention to hit the sack. Those goofy bikers were all buzzed up "to have a real gig and get to make like security dudes and bang heads legal." was how Moose, the other biker put it. Nothing would have it but what they had to come home with us and party.We cracked a keg and drank it down and I sent the bikers home with another keg. Brenda balanced the keg on her shoulder and rode her bike one handed all the way to their pad. She was something else. I decided I didn't want to.